I'm bound to the lord system. The first sentence of the system is - "You are the worst class I have ever led."
OK. I, a half-elf grocer, was forcibly bound to save the world from collapse. The system also comes with fragments of the venomous personality of the previous lord, mocking my decisions every day. I am a forty-seven-year-old man, and I am being criticized in turn by several old people who have been dead for thousands of years.
To fight against the abyss, I summoned visitors from another world. The first batch of three came - the retired special forces met for a military assessment first, the female anchor poked her finger at the NPC villagers to find a dialogue box, and the blacksmith finished repairing the entire village's fence after saying six words in seven days.
They thought they had time-traveled into a hardcore VR game. I don't believe it no matter how I explain it. It wasn't until someone was bitten off half of his life by an abyss monster and was so painful that he finally accepted the reality - this is not a game, and there is no resurrection point after death.
But I must use this group of players who treat the other world as a copy to fight against the abyss that swallows all things.
Someone else's protagonist traveled through time and became stronger. I traveled through time and became a nanny.
[System prompt: This introduction has exceeded the average reading time of Tomato. Fragment No. 9 Of the previous generation: 'Stop talking nonsense and let them click into the first chapter - there is much less nonsense than what I had left. '
