I awakened the most rubbish F-level talent in the entire server—Spiritualism.
The whole school ridiculed me, the goddess blocked me, and my roommates advised me to delete my account and reopen it.
I silently summoned a small skeleton and pointed it at random.
The next second, the novice mountain collapsed.
System announcement: The world BOSS has been killed.
I just want to farm and survive.
As a result, mining unearthed ancient military factories, and archeology revealed floating tank design drawings.
When they laughed at me as an F-class waste who only knew how to mine—
My skeleton army has dug up the ancient mothership.
On the day the National War began, four million troops from the Eight-Nation Alliance came to the city.
The national server collapsed, and the number one player apologized on the World Channel.
On the other side of the screen, I typed the most arrogant line in my life:
[F-class lord Wuming applied to become the commander-in-chief of the national server. Those who refuse, die.
