"If you traveled through time and became a down-and-out border noble with only thirty days left to live, and you were given a system that could extract the characteristics of all things and enchant them at will, what would you choose?"
"A. Be patient and give in, and save your life in troubled times."
"B. Recruit troops, bulldoze enemies, and restore glory."
"C. Become a scroll king and embark on the extraordinary path of traditional monster fighting and upgrading."
"D. Taking slimes to pick up rags and make a fortune, and tricking a giant Western dragon into cultivating immortality with its legs crossed." The seriously injured Yalong who was covered in jade skillfully crossed his hind legs and took a deep breath of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth: "Master, I choose D! This "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" is so fragrant. Can I grill Gadon today?" Lilian, the personal maid, stood guard in front of her, her eyes were clear and firm: "I support whatever the lord chooses! Even if there is an abyss ahead!" The goblin shaman wearing a hard hat shouted loudly: "Don't worry about that dragon, enchant me with "Introduction to Civil Engineering". This cement bridge will be completed soon!" Roy looked at the slime at his feet eating scrap metal, and then at the mercenary group outside the city where soldiers were pressing down and clamoring for debt collection. He sighed helplessly: "Yalong, go and perform a Tai Chi fire ring for them." (The enemy army fell into a collective mental breakdown when they saw the behemoth cultivating beasts that instead of breathing dragon breath sprayed Tai Chi fire rings. JPG)
Long-winded, boring, and not engaging.