I'm in a different world, just playing chess. I'm just a noob in the Eternal Bronze of "Golden Shovel", playing chess and having fun, but in one bite I was electrocuted. Good news: The world we travel through uses "chess" to determine the destiny of the country, and it's a professional counterpart. Bad news: The inheritance of chess here has been broken for three hundred years, and the lineup is as rigid as a pool of stagnant water. What's even funnier is that they actually threw the "shovel" and "spatula" that can be synthesized into divine equipment as garbage! And I, a bronze medalist who relied on "evil ways" such as "lucky stars to harvest vegetables after a losing streak" and "betting on dogs to win the server", were actually treated as a monster here. When others were fighting "alien beasts" with a dull lineup, my backhand was a "zombie resurrection" perpetual motion machine. The battle damage was so low that it made them doubt their life. When the enemy's ace took out the lost forbidden technique, I took out the two-piece spatula set that was gathering dust in my backpack and synthesized a "T-Rex Armor" for him on the spot!
So, in the dull eyes of the world, this former "game loser", with happy water in one hand and a golden shovel in the other, used a large number of "version answers" and "black technology lineup" to save the country's destiny while playing chess, while wiping out alien beasts and enemy countries. Others play chess for money, but I play chess to really save the country.
