[Infinite Flow + Two Male Leads + Unconventional Power Fantasy]
After losing his memory, Ling Yun Que is pulled by the System into a so-called infinite game, but what if all he wants to do is slack off?
Ahhh, but why didn't anyone tell him that entering a dungeon meant he had to work and buy a house, too?! To avoid sleeping on the streets, Ling Yun Que has no choice but to grind through dungeons, tears in his eyes.
But some things... he didn't even do anything, so why did they turn out so inexplicably strange? Ling Yun Que blinks innocently. What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with him. Besides, it's not that big a deal.
"What if I told you I wanted to kill you?"
For a moment, Ling Yun Que almost thought he'd heard wrong. But maybe he'd sensed it all along.
"So what?"
"...I think I like you."
"I like you, too."
"Not that kind of like."
"So, can the ending of the story be changed?"
"Maybe."
The two fell silent for a moment. The other person broke the silence first, laughing as he said, "Maybe we could consider playing a game?"
He had always believed that only people cried for the ones they loved, and that only people could cry for love.
(The plot doesn't move very fast, and the beginning really isn't very good, but I'm begging you, please, please, please give it a look! Ahhh! Also, seeing people save up chapters really, really, really kills an author's motivation, because it feels like nobody's reading... Though maybe it really is just that my writing is bad...)
