I almost drowned in hell at the beginning. I looked up and saw, what? Who is this?
Who am I, where am I, what is my name?
The masked man in black just stared at me, so I died at the beginning.
Yes! Dead.
I used up the 5-minute resurrection opportunity given to me as a novice...
I still owe a huge sum of 5,200 universal coins. Having money in the dungeon is the way to go.
Even though I passed the first dungeon, I was still living in poverty. It seemed that the road to survival was long and the top priority was to make myself stronger.
Wait... Isn't this my natural skill?
How can we let the survivors go?
Survivors are homeless in every instance.
Big warning, at least 1 million
The update is unstable, proceed with caution.
A growth-oriented heroine who has died a lot and hopes to reflect the cruelty of the plane.
The author is a little fan of the people who stock up next door to survive. I can't read enough, so I write some of my own. Don't be too demanding, and I'll create a creative work. It's not plagiarism, the world view and setting are different.
Intention: Only when you are full can you work