Rococo, female, unemployed, tougher than life.
Halfway through eating instant noodles, he was pulled into an infinite flow world called "Tyrant Game" by a ray of light. The door read "Welcome back, Tyrant" - she looked down at her rumpled pajamas and the marks in her hair, and sincerely felt that there was something wrong with the game planner.
The good news is: she cleared the first dungeon with an A+ rating.
Even better news: the way to beat the level is to sit down and share the cake with a dragon who has KPIs.
Even better news: the dragon has shrunk and is now squatting in her pocket.
From then on, she took a taciturn knight and a doll dragon with a wagging tail to start dungeons all over the world - and by the way, she retrieved the twelve reincarnated subordinates she left behind in her previous life one by one.
The dungeon is pink, the teammates are reliable, and the boss has to rub his butt after get off work.
Fighting monsters is like team building, making friends is like picking up equipment.
This is the story of a useless tyrant who happily picks up people in the game world by relying on his words and luck (and a little legacy from his previous life). There is no deep hatred, no cruelty, just a group of lovely people getting together to play the dungeon like an amusement park.
Purpose: This article explores the theme of "a sense of worth does not have to be proven by becoming a strong person" through Rococo's process of gradually accepting his identity as a "tyrant" from an ordinary player who derided himself as a "waste". Everyone has a place - someone directs, someone wields a sword, someone eats all the cake after get off work. The so-called strength is not to carry everything alone, but to find a group of people who are willing to carry it with you.