America? No, This Is Hell's Seventeenth Layer!

When a forty-five-year-old, veteran World of Warcraft player died suddenly in the dead of night while piloting a Retribution Paladin on a raid, he never expected to wake up in an eighteen-year-old's body.

A boy with a rare blood type.

From the start, it was a total disaster: he was on a dissection table, overdosed on anesthetic, with a greedy, vicious black-market doctor and a brutal buyer waiting nearby.

Fortunately, his Survival System came with him.

From then on, America's crumbling streets, the wealthy enclaves shining beneath their polished surfaces, the vast wilderness, and the lightless primeval forests all became his “dungeons.”

The plague-spreading Cult of the Cursed;

The cold-blooded Dark Knights;

The Dreadlords who toy with people's minds;

The nobles who suck blood.

Long-lived races, short-lived races?

This is a veteran player from the East pulling off extreme maneuvers in the West's real-world Hell difficulty.

Welcome to America.

No

Welcome to real-life Lordaeron, the defining symbol of humanity's glory and tragedy, a land where countless members of the Alliance have risen, fallen, and been reborn.

There'll be kill lines, and plenty more besides. Hope you've all stocked up on enough Sanity!