(No brainless decisions, no self-sacrificing saint, no power fantasy, no System, no harem. Decisive and ruthless! Lying, cheating, and swindling!)
In the real world, my name is Han Dong. It sounds like “cold winter,” and I was born in the depths of winter. I’m a VR game developer, and a loser who got fired from his company. Is my game really that bad?
In the fantasy world, my name is Han Dong. I’m an ordinary outer-sect disciple of the Donghua Sect, the lowest of the low. But my master is different: he’s the highest-ranking Grand Elder of the Donghua Sect, even though he’s just a mortal!
The day Han Dong became Han Dong, he looked at his hands and said:
Fantasy world
“Why?! I’ve become an NPC!”
By day, I’m Han Dong, an outer-sect disciple. By night, I’m Han Dong, a killer and thief.
“Ah! You’re asking who Han Dong is? I don’t know him!”
“Ah! You’re saying I’m Han Dong? Come on, man! I’m just an outer-sect disciple. My cultivation is weaker than your pet demon beast’s. You can’t just frame me like that!”
“Ah! You say that Han Dong stole the spirit treasures your sect made? Come on, man! My name is Han Dong, with the ‘dong’ meaning movement, not the ‘dong’ in east, west, south, and north!”
Real world
“Mom! I don’t want to go to work anymore! I’m exhausted!”
“Mm-hm! Xiaodong, then just come home! We still have three mu of land.”
“Hello! May I come in and take a look? The villagers say strange things happen here all the time!”
“Sorry! This is private property. Outsiders aren’t allowed in!”
