On the first day after transmigrating into the game Apocalypse, I unexpectedly gained a billion resurrection coins, only to be shoved into a desperate situation as cannon fodder by a top guild.
"A useless person should be put to good use," the elite team captain sneered, kicking me into the ultimate dungeon. "Use your life to scout the way for us."
I died again and again, then respawned at the very spot where I had died.
When the captains prepared to leave with their spoils, they discovered that I had blocked the dungeon exit.
"Gone berserk?" I was covered in blood, yet smiled. "No, this is only the beginning."
They stared in horror as they realized that I still had 999,999,999 resurrection coins left.
