["Lin Wan! Can you fucking move?!"]
The lightning from the dome of the dungeon shattered the screams in my ears. I clutched the paint-peeled wooden sword and crouched behind the stone statue, watching the screen filled with player barrages——
"Is this oil bottle sent by the government to disgust people?
Last time, a team was tricked to death, and now they are in the same class as Shen Shen? "
"I can watch the video of Shen Mo killing the BOSS alone a hundred times. Bringing this trash is just a fool's errand!"
I stared down at the translucent panel that suddenly appeared on my wrist, and the system's mechanical sound rang in my head: "Ding - host binding [complaint-type game analysis system] detected, current survival countdown: 12 hours."
"Task requirement: Reach 100 points of favorability with the player Shen Mo, otherwise you will remain in "Fantasy" as an NPC forever!"
I almost stabbed the wooden sword into the sole of my foot.
Who doesn't know that Shen Mo is the top player in the game area?
The aloof master who can even breathe during the live broadcast has been trending. He has always been a loner. A while ago, fans formed a team to block him, and he used a light blade to knock away three dungeon doors.
"Are you kidding me, system?" I gritted my teeth, "The way he looked at me just now was like looking at an ant about to be trampled to death!"
"Host, what do you think?" The system suddenly switched to a harsh electronic sound, "Who asked you to dress up as the oil bottle who destroyed his entire team in the original work?
