After staying up late playing League of Legends and dying suddenly, I became the most miserable hero on Star Rock.
The arrogant and small-breasted high school girl pointed at my face and yelled: "How can I be picky if the summoning array is so bad?"
The system prompt sounded: "Congratulations on getting the permission to transform, draw a card, you unlucky man!"
I stared at the data floating above her head: "Contract her? Can magic repair skills work?"
The moment the beast wave broke through the city, I pulled out the Sword Master card of the League of Legends: "The concentrated will can break through the stubborn stone!"
The girl's eyes were full of admiration and then her face turned red: "I was just... Afraid that you would run out of energy and die, so I replenished the magic!"