My name is Lin Yan. I’m trapped in a horror game with five teammates who are all walking disasters.
Our squad is notorious across the server for being a bunch of clowns. We spend our days sabotaging one another and slacking off.
Then one day, an army of evil spirits surrounded us. Our captain sighed. “Quit pretending. If we keep hiding our skills, we’re all dead.”
So the socially anxious programmer raised a hand and hacked into the System’s backend, while the gym coach sliced away half the Boss’s health bar in one blow.
I quietly retracted the psychic tendrils I’d just used to invade everyone’s minds and looked at them. “So, are we… getting our rebellion organized now?”
Later, the game’s master broke down and shouted on the livestream, “Who threw a bunch of S-rank big shots and the Queen of the Abyss into the beginner village?!”
