The Lord of All Things: An Internet Cafe Nerd Transmigrates into a Game as a Slave

Huo Qiming headed to the restroom, fixed his hair, and washed his face. His haggard appearance and pungent body odor often made people mistake him for a vagrant.

At the internet cafe counter, the young woman behind it looked at him with disgust and asked, "How much are you putting on?"

"Fifty. And move me to a private room."

Holding his ID card, Huo Qiming went to the private room. As soon as he turned on the computer, he nodded off again, still half-asleep.