“A Tyrannosaurus? Just stick with the main cast and you’ll be fine. How could the protagonist’s halo let anyone die?”
“An Alien Kirieloid? He obviously looks like a savior. We can’t go wrong following him!”
“The Chunin Exams? They’re just the ninja academy’s final exams. What’s so hard about that?”
“World War II? Once the US joins in, Germany is bound to lose. Do we even need to think about it?”
In a parallel world, games descended upon reality.
All players were thrown into unfamiliar instances. Death was real, and only clearing the instance meant survival.
Watching his teammates pull their ridiculous stunts, Xie Yun fell silent.
While everyone else fought to stay with the main cast and escape Nublar Island, he identified the traitor programmer in advance and offered to team up to escape. When the programmer’s betrayal failed, he was left dead on a muddy path. Xie Yun bent down and took the dinosaur embryo canister nobody else knew about from beside the corpse.
While others knelt before the Alien Kirieloid, crying, “God, save me!” he waited at a red light on a Tokyo street for Ultraman Tiga, then casually dug up a hidden item.
While others memorized answers and prayed to pass the Chunin Exam, he kept his eyes on the stands. The Sand and Sound shinobi were about to join forces and invade. The real boss of this exam had never been the examiners.
Others thought the US alone would win World War II. He had already pinpointed every German firing position in Normandy.
Teammate: “How do you even know the instance bosses’ weaknesses?”
Xie Yun pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.
“Sorry, I’ve seen all of this before.”
The Giant of Light, the turning point of the war, the ninja exam grounds…
I’ve seen this one. I’ve seen that one too.
In his previous world, he achieved nothing. The one thing he was good at was watching TV for twenty years.
While others risked their lives to survive each instance, Xie Yun went in to revisit the classics.
