After I lost my job, I inherited a barren mountain in my hometown.
When I was desperate, I accidentally bound myself to a system that could gamify reality.
I was idle, and with a mischievous mentality, I pinched a few bomb slimes on the mountain, and planted a few chewable "red potion" carrots. The publicity was that it was a "surreal immersive script killing". The ticket price was 99, so you would love it or not.
I thought this would be pornographic, but a tough-minded female anchor actually showed up.
In the live broadcast room, millions of people watched as she stabbed the slime with a sword and exploded into glittering "slime gel".
Then he watched her nibbling the "red potion" carrot with a suspicious look on her face, and the dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night disappeared instantly.
At that moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room went crazy, and the female anchor also went crazy.
Now, at the entrance to my barren mountain, people are queuing up from the foot of the mountain to the town.
Countless krypton money bosses waved their money and begged me to update the "Goblin Tribe" version quickly. They wanted to form a group to open up wasteland.
Looking at the people from all walks of life who are about to level my threshold in order to grab the "Dragon Slaying First Kill" spot, I just want to say...
At first, I really just wanted to have a farmhouse.
