Five Years of Ranked, Three Years of Quick Match

Other people spend money in online games to become the big shots on their servers.

Zhou Xingye has been playing for eight years, and every time he hits someone, his damage is forcibly capped at 3 points.

It's not because he's bad at the game.

He's just so broke that his blade has been welded together with eighteen patches.

Just as he was about to keep lazing around in peace, the settlement threshold suddenly went up

[System Announcement: Congratulations! You have been selected as the Alliance's 47th rotating president.]

The next second, he was shoved into a blast-resistant glass room with a 360-degree view and no blind spots.

Gamers in their nutrient pods applied to switch the livestream over to watch the new president.

His duties were supremely noble:

To sign and stamp boring reports from the real world with a blank expression.

Sign, zone out, then sign some more.

The chat went wild as usual:

"This president is so skinny. I won't watch unless he's got eight-pack abs."

"Hahaha, what a total clown mascot. A wage slave, confirmed!"

Until the thirteenth month,

Three seconds later, a server-wide announcement rang out

[Ding! The cross-server dungeon "AI, Flesh, and the Classic of Mountains and Seas" is now live. Recharge for a special 20% discount!]

The chat was instantly drowned out:

"Who cares! A new mythical beast is out, let's go!"

"Keep signing your papers, you broke president. I'm grinding for god-tier gear!"