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Shi Liang is someone who gets tired of things very quickly.
Her interests come and go in no time.
For example, when she played Touken Ranbu, Shi Liang, whose enthusiasm lasted all of three minutes, finally lost interest completely after a month of grinding.
Shi Liang decided to quit.
Life after deleting the game wasn't any different, and she quickly forgot all about that month.
However...
Shi Liang got what she deserved for quitting without a second thought.
On the fourth anniversary of her quitting, she transmigrated.
Shi Liang arrived at her own Honmaru.
It had been a long time since the Honmaru had been so lively, not since the Saniwa disappeared.
The adult swords busied themselves decorating the Honmaru, while the tantos surrounded their Saniwa, all clamoring to tell her how much they'd missed her.
Though Shi Liang was at a loss, she smiled and comforted them.
It was as if the four years she'd left them behind had never happened.
But was that really true?
"General, General, we've all told you our names. Will you tell us yours?" Ran Fujishiro tugged at Shi Liang's sleeve, looking innocent and curious.
Having gone four years without anything to do with the game, Shi Liang answered without a second thought: "Sure!"
"My name is Shi Liang."
The moment she said it, every sword smiled with satisfaction.
Liang means "a bird in flight."
But this bird would never fly away again.
That's it, I opened three accounts. The first one immediately picked up players once they were injured. There was no record of breaking knives, but they stopped playing after three days. I changed another account and they also had no record of breaking swords. They immediately picked up players after being injured, and stopped playing after a few more days. The last one also stopped playing after two days of play. There are big daggers, tai, daggers, daggers, daggers, and daggers. I haven't touched it in more than a year. It's useless, brothers.
Ah ah ah, how terrible. Who died?
The author is probably hidden by the gods
Turtle shell and Qianzi are not convinced?
It's been 23 years, and it's actually from five years ago
Wow⊙ω⊙ Posted five years ago
Wow! Written four years ago.
Ah, that's it. I also complained that the dagger was useless in battle. Although I have never broken the knife, and although I occasionally went out with minor injuries, any injuries were repaired on the same day, so it should be fine╭(°A°`)╮
... Almost 20 years old!
What should I do if I have opened several accounts?