“You heartless boss! You sold me a fake guide and almost let that female ghost suck me dry. Die!”
“Don't do anything rash, young man. The guide is only for reference. Everyone's temperament, looks, abilities...”
“Bang!”
“Ahhh!”
The deafening gunshot sent the crowd into a commotion. A gray-haired old man lay pitifully in a pool of blood. His name was Lin Ye.
When Lin Ye was in high school, dungeons had only just become widespread. Back then, most people thought entering a dungeon was a crooked path, and he was one of them.
But as more and more people gained powers capable of devastating the world from dungeons, the wave of dungeon fever swept across the nation and became unstoppable!
In just a few years, anyone who wanted to enter high society and earn status and respect... first had to be a powerhouse with a dungeon rank. Otherwise, no matter how wealthy you were, you were nothing but a fat piece of meat in the eyes of the strong.
The dungeons that could make people stronger were full of danger, with survival rates generally below 10%. Lin Ye spent most of his life accomplishing nothing. Even after every dungeon had been cleared, he still never dared to enter one himself, making a living solely by selling secondhand dungeon guides…
Not bad 🍉 🍉