[Ensemble cast + Illustrations + Light comedy + No System + A touch of slow burn + Building a faction + Nearly invincible early on + Gradually invincible later + Fast-growing protagonist]
Our dreams are connected to a plaza that contains nine worlds.
When I realized the plaza wasn’t mine alone, the real golden finger finally began to show itself.
“Getting ten blue items in a ten-pull is normal for everyone else, and it’s normal for you to get nothing but purple or gold in a single pull.”
“Please stop pulling. At this rate, there won’t be any gold left in the plaza.”
“You get a ticket and immediately start pulling. Who could possibly outpull you?”
In response to the complaints and dissatisfaction of the other plaza masters, I simply said:
“I pull cards with my own skill. How is it my fault if you can’t get gold?”
At the beginning, the main character was very confused about how to operate when facing enemies (the ones who don't have the strength to jump are the best), and then the reversal confused me. I generally didn't talk about it, and I threw away all the world views I wrote before. They all turned into bad guys, and I felt unsafe anywhere. I always feel that someone is trying to harm the protagonist, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Even if it doesn't work, I don't like (trust) all the aboriginal people. I almost feel black when I look at it. I want the world's nuclear peace to relieve my anger 😠
Isn't it contradictory to talk about a unique golden finger and then create other similar ones? And I can't understand it now. Everything is contradictory and inexplicable.
What an unexpected beginning