I stared at my fleshy little paws, the fingertips were as soft as freshly peeled lychees, but my mind exploded with firecrackers - I am a thirty-year-old senior otaku. One second, I was slumped on the sofa, holding ice in my mouth, staying up late at work. The next second, my eyelids lifted, and I shrank into an eight-year-old milk baby with a snot hanging up to my chin?
What's even more outrageous is that a [National Power System] suddenly exploded in the brain, and the cold mechanical sound was like a knife just fished out of the ice cellar, which made the eardrums hurt: "Hello host, the current world level: Extraordinary upper level. Warning: The thermal weapons are completely scrapped. The blue fire Gatling in this world is not even as good as the fire stick in the stove. Main mission: Complete the return mission issued by this system, and you will be sent back to the original world.
Me: "..."
The co-authored time travel is not a golden finger, but is it directly thrown into the hell difficulty start? Fairies, demons, and ghosts are rampant in this world. Even ordinary people who serve as backdrops are afraid of being shattered by the aftermath, and even wall-mounted artifacts are useless. Where is the way to break this situation...
