After Clearing Countless Dungeons, All I Want Is a Cigarette

Three years ago, dungeon games descended upon the world.

What followed was a shift in the social order. Some people who had once been looked down on risked their lives and soared to the top, while powerful figures died over the smallest mistakes.

But that wasn’t the only change. People claiming to cultivate immortality appeared in this world, and alien civilizations emerged from the dungeons. The world began to fall apart.

The only way to survive was to clear the dungeons. The dungeon games contained thousands upon thousands of worlds. Only by clearing them again and again, by continually climbing higher, could people find even the slightest chance of survival.

“My name is Chen Zhuan. I don’t have much to say. How about we smoke a cigarette first, then talk?”