I, Lin Bei, am an administrative manager who has just been optimized by the company.
One second he was chewing on a two-dollar bun, and the next second seven cracks opened in the sky - orcs, dragons, death knights, all the monsters in the game came to reality.
Others scurried away with their heads in their hands.
I laughed.
I have been playing this game for more than ten years. I can recite the skills of the boss in the dungeon with my eyes closed.
Dragon Breath? Dive and raise your left paw, pump your chest three times, and spray after the third time. The official number of casualties is 77. The monster mechanism has not yet been fully understood. I will come to you as soon as I open my mouth.
The whole network is deified as the "Dragon Whisperer", the official specially appointed coordinator for otherworld affairs, the mage hugs me, and the dwarf blacksmith chases me to buy equipment.
Others are the doomsday, and I am the copy.
The gray mist is swallowing the world, the temple hides the truth, and I - using more than ten years of dungeon memory, I have solved the mystery of the rift step by step.
It's okay if you don't take this class.
This world must be played by the rules of the game.
