I'm not a hero, and I don't want to be.
I'm just an ordinary person who was thrown into the hell difficulty. I died five hundred times without giving up because of my stupidity of "trying to live another life."
The system thinks I am a chess piece, the Demon Emperor thinks I am a tonic, and the Great Love Alliance thinks I am a consumable.
But they forgot -
Chess pieces jump off the board, tonics can be poisonous, and the humblest consumables...
Burning to the end, there may be a spark hidden in the ashes left behind.
And this fire has burned for five hundred lives.
It can continue to burn until everything that needs to be illuminated is illuminated.
I am Lin Gou.
The 500th reincarnation is underway.
This time, I want to live a little different.
(By the way, if you see a guy in the Daaimeng cafeteria who smells and then licks every dish before daring to take a bite... That might be me. If you want to say hello, I suggest you wait until I swallow the dish - my current status cannot withstand the death of choking.)
