Gaming expert Luoluo transmigrates into the world of a game and is tasked with leading the "other" race to victory. In this version, the NPCs are a little noisy, but they're satisfying to beat up. Armed with a divine weapon, the player establishes himself as the undisputed ceiling of combat power. Bored? Then it's time for some entertainment. His subordinates question his cold-bloodedness. Is that really all they can see in him? After a crushing victory, only emptiness remains. You can't win forever. He begins to seriously reflect on his own problems and extends an olive branch to the companions who have been with him for years: "How about we try trusting each other?" He turns from the black pieces he usually plays to the white, hoping to start from the good side, even if it's only a gesture. It also reflects the softness in his heart.
★ A sudden urge to write a dark version of Luoluo
★ The setting is that he transmigrates at fifteen
★ Warning: the protagonist is not on the side of justice
★ A self-indulgent passion project. Please forgive the writing
★ Inspired by Teacher Fuzhe Cangcang's Compass. I'm borrowing the character concept of a villainous Luoluo to tell his story. This can also be read as a standalone work, though it will quote parts of the original.
Premise: What exactly are emotions?
