[Infinite Flow + Modern Urban High Martial Arts + Wild Imagination + Sweet Romance + One Female Lead + Bullet Comments + Face-Slapping]
Who understands the despair of an overworked office drone? I, Lin Mo, collapsed from working overtime, only to wake up inside a “Node Crisis.” Viewers around the world watched me fight monsters through bullet comments. A villain brandished an electromagnetic cannon and shouted, “You’re dead!” There was even a mole among my teammates. But when I searched through my backpack, all I found was half a box of expired hand warmers, three old phones, and two jump ropes.
Then came the swift comeuppance:
An ice puppet freezes my teammate? I stick a hand warmer to its plastic shell, and it melts right through. The bullet comments explode with, “That move left me speechless!”
A deep-sea lord unleashes a tsunami? I tie hand warmers to plastic bottles to make a floatation array, then jam a power bank into it until it shuts down. The viewers go from “That actually worked?” to “Carry us, boss!”
Even an SS-rank monster traps me in an illusion? I use an old phone as a hotspot to disrupt the signal, stick a hand warmer to my chest to withstand the cold, then wrap a jump rope around its legs to immobilize it. The villain slams the table and curses, but the bullet comments go wild: “Are hand warmers the real saviors of Earth?”
I thought I was just toughing it out, but the more I fought, the warmer things got. The bandages Su Qingyue gave me always had a node map tucked inside. Blake, a former villain, took hits for me. The Mad Dog Gang, who had once stolen the core, helped me carry equipment. Only when the warmth of the hand warmers seeped into the broken gear did I realize something was off. These little things I used to stay alive seemed to be holding up something heavier than fighting monsters:
Who could have guessed that the hand warmers I’d been making do with would end up helping me bear the crisis threatening the whole Earth?