Tomb Raiding: Nobody Said Gaming Could Make You Transmigrate!

Unhinged fiction, fourth-calamity players, comedy, everyone's darling, romance included but pairing undecided, possibly one-on-four, mentally ill protagonist with bipolar disorder Hi, everyone! I'm Qingshang, a game streamer with a screw loose. Today's game is Let's Go Tomb Raiding. Since it's just a game, I can play however I want, right? So it's fine to give Black Glasses a thousand-year death, touch Xie Yuchen's abs in public, pull down Wu Xie's pants and slap his butt, collect Fatty's farts to use as explosives, and even play around with some Qilin crap, right? I can die whenever I want and get injured whenever I want. I can even treat myself like a robot and wreck my body without a care! I'm happy, so I'll celebrate by jumping off a building! I'm sad, so I'll cheer myself up by hanging myself! My body's acting up, so I'll cut wherever it doesn't hurt! Awooo! Oops, sorry, wrong spot! Qingshang goes further and further down the road of exploring ways to die, while sprinting down the path of tormenting the five of them. Just when he thinks they've become sick of him, he turns around and sees that the look in their eyes has changed. “I really fucking want to kill you! (With a knife)” turns into “I really fucking want to kill you (in bed).” Qingshang is backed into a corner, step by step, until his back meets the cold wall. “Don't die. We're here.” Death isn't the goal. It's a cry for help. They're just harmless pranks. Let the kid do what he wants. “Qingshang! Take your lousy food and get out of my kitchen!” “Young Master! The chickens you were raising got killed by Qingshang again! Ah, shit, my hair!” “Black Glasses, why are you wearing a maid outfit?” “Keep spreading rumors about me and see what happens!” Qingshang gives an awkward smile. “I'll pick a different one next time.”