The Strongest Player on Another Continent, but Who Logged Into My Account?

Evil Dragon: Aren’t you dead? I’ve killed you dozens of times already! Hero: So what if you’ve killed me dozens of times? Those were all my alts. I’ve killed you hundreds of times. Evil Dragon: ? Hero: You didn’t actually think I couldn’t beat you, did you? I’m just switching alts to farm materials. New characters have better drop rates. Evil Dragon: ?? Hero: But what’s with you, you dumb dragon? Why haven’t you dropped anything good? When I take you down in a minute, could you grit your teeth for me? I really need some “dragon fangs.” Thanks. Evil Dragon: ??! Hero: Heh heh heh, you’re charging at me instead of running away? Too slow, too slow. The gap in skill between us can’t be made up with speed! As the evil dragon charged, the hero Huo En sneered, ready to show off his moves. But the very next second, he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face. He tried to get back up, only to stick a finger up his nose. ?! Damn it! Who changed my key bindings again?! The evil dragon breathed fire. Huo En tried to defend himself, but instead cycled through one outfit after another. [System notification: Player “Luo Shan Ji Hu Ren#12138” attempted to swim in lava and has died.] Huo En sighed and prepared to switch to a higher-level account to farm again. But why did it feel like these accounts had been tampered with, too? The swordsman account’s gear had all been sold, and its inventory was full of costumes? No problem. He’d make a living selling clothes! The mage account’s talents had been reset, leaving it with no mana at all? No problem. He’d be a melee mage! The assassin account had no points in assassination skills, but its entire skill tree was invested in theft? No problem. He’d steal his way to the future! Faced with these bizarre accounts, Huo En could still beat the game through sheer skill. After all, before he transmigrated into the game, he had been the strongest player.