["Lin Wan! Do you even know how to position yourself?!"]
Lightning from the instance's dome drowned out the shrieks beside my ear. Clutching a chipped wooden sword, I crouched behind a statue and watched the players' comments flood the screen:
"Is this deadweight an official plant sent to annoy us?
She got a whole team killed last time, and now she's in the same instance as Shen again?"
"I've watched Shen Mo solo the boss a hundred times. Bringing this loser along is just dumbing him down!"
I stared at the translucent panel that had suddenly appeared on my wrist as the System's mechanical voice rang out in my head: "Ding! The Host has been bound to the [Rant-Based Game Analysis System]. Current survival countdown: 12 hours."
"Objective: Reach 100 affection points with player Shen Mo, or remain forever as an NPC in Fantasy Realm Chronicles!"
I nearly stabbed myself in the foot with my wooden sword.
Who didn't know Shen Mo was a top-tier star in the gaming world?
A cold, aloof god who could trend just by breathing during a livestream, he always went solo. A while back, some fans tried to ambush him in a group, and he used a single light blade to send three of them flying through an instance gate.
"System, are you messing with me?" I gritted my teeth. "The way he looked at me just now, you'd think I was an ant he was about to step on!"
"What did you expect, Host?" The System suddenly switched to an infuriating electronic voice. "You're the deadweight from the original story who got his entire team wiped out..."
