On the day when the global game server was closed, I traveled through time with a full-level professional account.
Two years later, a copy of another world descended on the city center.
People fled in terror as S-class monsters tore through the streets.
I held the convenience store broom and cut off the monster's giant claw with one blow.
"Tsk, the daily tasks before the server were even harder than this."
Deep in the copy, the guardian suddenly opened his blood pupils: "Mortal, you have His aura——"
