An advanced civilization invades, and an endless game begins.
Humanity is forced into the game and draws identity cards. The [Con Artist] deceives the world, the [Adventurer] scales cliffs and crosses oceans, the [Gunner] sweeps through armies...
With all his teammates gazing at him expectantly, the young shut-in Qi Le slowly turns over his identity card: [Player].
His teammates mourn in silence.
Start your life over. This round is hopeless.
But...
Dozens of heavy machine guns fire at once, yet all they shoot are beach balls.
Countless ghosts and monsters charge at top speed, only to stop just short and play Drop the Handkerchief hand in hand.
An indescribable monster reveals its true form, enough to drive anyone mad, only to put on a clown mask in an instant.
Teammates: Huh?
Monster: Huh?
Boss: Huh?
Qi Le quietly takes all the credit: Isn't the greatest power a player has the right to decide what game to play?
[Player] Qi Le has always kept a low profile, because his identity card comes with a fatal debuff:
As a player, he cannot refuse any invitation to play a game.
So when the dungeon boss, the only one who knows his true identity, sends him an invitation to play, he quietly orders himself the three essentials for his funeral.
Carrying a funeral wreath and a burial robe to the meeting, he never expected the dungeon boss's rules to be so twisted:
"Stay in a romantic relationship for the entire duration of the game. Whoever regrets it first loses."
Qi Le: ?
Fine. As a [Player], he has never lost.
Theme: Enjoying the game matters far more than winning it.
