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The cold wind from the ice field carried some ice debris and blew it against the iron wall of the border station.
Lian Yumu looked at the frozen rye bread in his hand and the blizzard reminder that kept ringing in the communicator, and realized a serious problem - he seemed to have traveled through time.
Moreover, the place of travel was in the Wasteland game that he abandoned half a year ago...
Just wear it.
But Lian Yumu, who had been struggling for a month, realized that something was wrong. My unlucky attributes seem to be fully utilized in this game.
At the beginning, you are directly assigned to the polar reclamation area. The orcs will not rent the house to them. I finally found a job as a dishwasher to take the blame for my employer.
After being kicked out of the cubicle by the landlord on a snowstorm night, Lian Yumu became completely upset. He wasted no time and submitted his resume to the job board of the community canteen.
[Name: Lian Yumu.
[Specialty: Egg fried rice and rice fried eggs.
A few seconds later, he received a reply.
Dip, you have been admitted. Bianshao system is being bound...]
Ha...? !
In this way, he, who was a poor cook, was inexplicably promoted to the post... The only thing he could control was to add vegetables and wrap them without shaking the spoon...
Intention: There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.