In the canyon, a minion's script has only one line: advance, then die.
Lin Jin, unit number Feng-7732, a melee minion not even worthy of having a name. After witnessing his kind get wiped out by a hero's sword for the seven-thousand-three-hundredth time, he finally couldn't help asking: Why?
So he dodged that “certain-death” slash. Then an infuriating System panel popped into his mind, a glint of golden light appeared in his left eye, invisible to everyone else, and the rusty scrap of iron in his hand began to grow faintly warm.
[Ding! Host detected… should not be alive.]
“Sure,” Lin Jin said, tightening his grip on the rusty sword and grinning. “If fate has written me a script where I must die, then I'll tear it to shreds.”
See through combos, turn arrogant heroes into students, transform a rusty sword into a divine weapon, rally former gods to fight alongside him: with an ordinary man's body, I will rise from minion to minion, sweeping through the canyon and becoming the one who calls the shots!
