[Dark Journey to the West] [No Saintly Protagonist] [No Female Lead] [Transmigrate] [Decisive and Ruthless]
It was supposed to be nothing more than a high-paying, six-figure death wish of a job: achieve a flawless first clear of the hellishly difficult masterpiece Black Myth: Journey to the West.
He had mastered every mechanic, all so he could take the prize money home and buy a place overlooking the river.
But then...
Can someone tell me where the pain protection is? Where are the invincibility frames? The reload and retry option?! Where's the exit button?!
His vision pulled back, and real, excruciating pain coursed through his nerves.
This wasn't a game. It was the Tang Empire, five hundred years after the Journey to the West!
From the start, he had become a human cauldron awaiting execution in a death-row prison, his shoulder blades pierced clean through by two iron hooks!
A gaunt black bear demon in a Daoist robe approached with a blade, but above its head were bizarrely a health bar and a poise bar.
On the brink of death, the Seventh Seal of the Root of Sorrow awakened.
The top-level power-leveling expert quickly stamped out his panic. His thumb pressed coolly against his palm, and the muscle memory in his bones took over his body in an instant. He grabbed the broken iron rod on the ground:
"Then let's treat this as a hell-difficulty, one-life clear."
"If you dare show me your health bars, every god and Buddha in the heavens is within killing range!"
