"I want a carefree and easy life" - until she opened her eyes and saw the garbage mountain on Meteor Street smoking.
Bitoin, a life player who wrote "Recommended scenic check-in spots" on the "Hunter" game forum, found himself holding a blood-stained pacifier after logging in, and his body gradually became cold.
Very good, the next goal is to survive, Bitoin thought as he lay in the arms of the cold woman.
After experiencing falling asleep to the sound of gunfire, saying "the smell of home" to the garbage mountain and the smell of blood, and mistaking the hallucination of near-death for game lag, Bitoin felt that nothing could make her complain uncontrollably.
When the theft gang that adopted her was slaughtered, Bitoin squatted among the corpses to pick out usable daggers, and suddenly received a system prompt: [Congratulations on unlocking the achievement: Meteor Street's Little True Mourning]
"... The planners of this game have definitely never played their own products."
The pastoral pastoral she wanted would probably have to wait until she had to fight through this garbage dump before she could download the DLC.
Intention: It's really not easy to do what you like
