I'm Back from the Game World

When I was seventeen years old, I was so high-spirited that I played a lot of games to prove myself, but I didn't expect that after three days and three nights, I couldn't hold on anymore. I suddenly died. I didn't expect that I would actually come into the game. But every time I solved a major event in the game, I would go to another world. In this way, after traveling back and forth in different games for fifty years, I would be able to return to my original world one day. But like this, the world in front of me is no longer the world I know. There are chaos and strange beasts running rampant. It seems like a joke played by God on me. But didn't no one expect that I can actually come back with game props?