The Abyss invades, ushering in an urban age where everything is digitized.
On the day he changes class, Wang Daqi awakens the weirdest hidden class in history: the “Funeral Director.”
Everyone assumes he can only take jobs at a funeral home.
But one performance of “Great Compassion Mantra” has a rich kid bawling on the spot, the entire crowd on its knees and weeping, and a temple attendant pulling out a wooden fish drum to earn merit.
Even more absurd are his teammates, a trio of “hidden talents”: a Taoist priest with minus ten luck who specializes in leading teams into Hell-level dungeons; a fragile tank who puts every point into strength and can only taunt enemies in construction-site slang; and a blonde-haired, fully geared loli assassin who keeps wanting to study my “playing technique.”
And so, everything goes completely off the rails.
Other people fight monsters with flashing blades and skills flying everywhere.
Wang Daqi fights monsters like this: one blast of the suona, one lid on the black coffin, and the boss weeps in repentance for ever respawning.
Everyone: “Bro! Please! We asked you to be support, not to send every last one of us off!”
Wang Daqi: “Don’t rush me. One blast of the suona, and your parents raised you for nothing. One lid on the black coffin, and the whole village serves up a feast. How about a full-service package?”
Good book and interesting. Come and read it.
I didn't understand what Chapter 17 was trying to do. When encountering a boss, he didn't control it and let the crispy human shield directly attack him. As a result, I used control skills to deal with less output and didn't kill him.
Good-looking, good-looking, really good-looking 😄