I am an R card in a card collecting game.
This game takes place in the background of Western fantasy. There are three camps to choose from: the Church of Light, the Church of Darkness, and the Alliance of Freemen. Of course, in order to unite everyone sometimes, there is a common enemy called monsters. Just like the traditional setting of every game, the player as the "Chosen One" starts with amnesia and lies on the outskirts of the city. He is picked up by a kind-hearted paladin who is out on a mission, thus starting the first novice mission.
Yes, I am that good-hearted paladin.
To be precise, I am a novice guide to this game. The only purpose of its existence is to let players give themselves an ID and open the battle panel.
... That's how it was originally.
However, something unexpected happened on the first day of service - due to the programmer's slippage, I accidentally changed from an R card to an SSR. By the time the planners came to their senses, the news that SSR would be sent directly from the start of the game had already spread. At this time, I tell the players that it is actually a BUG...
"You will definitely be beaten to death." The planner sighed and patted my shoulder. "We held an impromptu meeting and decided to make mistakes. So - from now on, you will be the [SSR Holy Knights Leader]!"
Me: "..."
In this way, I was forced to become a real SSR card.
——This article has been completed, please feel free to eat. The new article "I Just Died, I Didn't Abandon You" has been published. All saviors are welcome to take a bite——
Copywriting:
CP: The big head and the small head randomly take on the important task of thinking. Tyrant Attack
Many years ago, I did not believe that ghosts and gods really existed. So when I was presiding over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony and was suddenly pressed down on the altar by a tyrant who had been raised by my own hands, and threatened me with a disaster relief edict, I did not resist.
Later I died.
The day after his death, I stood under the city gate, looking at my body hanging on the city gate, and thought sadly: I made a mistake, it turns out there really is a ghost in the world. If I had known earlier, I would not have agreed to do it to him in the Fengxian Hall last time. It would have been very bad to be seen by the ancestors.
But if you think about it carefully, they are not my ancestors... Ugh.
Well, that's a bit guilty! ! !
Later, my ass rose to the top by preventing a tyrant from causing harm to the world. And since my butt is such an integral part of who I am, I soared along with it.
On the day of his ascension, the tyrant set fire to the hall and killed himself, leaving no trace of his body.
Lord Zhuque asked me: Lin Chungong, what do you think about this?
Me: I have many thoughts, but first of all, my name is really not Lin Chungong.
I, Quehua Shenjun Lin Xiuli, have never lived up to the trust entrusted to me by the late emperor and lived up to the expectations of the people throughout my life. My only regret is that I didn't get to see the little beast I raised before I died, and tell him that actually... I've been putting up with you for a damn long time! ! !
Of course, if you can promise not to bite my belt, tear my clothes, or bite my ankles again, and agree to be kicked eighteen times by me, cut into minced meat, stuffed into a frying pan and fried into dog meat balls, I will still be willing to continue to support you.
Reading guide:
1. Previous life: Crazy criticism of the Big Tyrant and attack on the righteous ninja Emperor Shishou, warning with a broadsword forged from dog's blood
2. The whole plot + memory killing are staggered, which is relatively slow.
3. The article is in the first person, and there may be a small amount of third person in the memory of the killing.
4. Contains a lot of hell jokes, 1111
Mission: To save the world, we need a hero with many pairs of hands to support him.
