As a pro gamer, having my fingers a tiny bit faster and face-slapping the official stats is perfectly normal, right?
But I was brutally banned, and after I died, my soul was sealed inside the game world, where I became a random passerby.
But I didn't give up. I kept cultivating and leveling up, built a career of my own, and even met the one I loved.
I wanted nothing more than to live a quiet life, but the officials who couldn't stand me came after me again.
They destroyed my home, took my love away, and even tried to wipe me from existence.
Who could have guessed I'd be reborn in the real world, ready to make my comeback?
Little did they know, what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
But how did my old nemesis end up as a delinquent school bully?
No matter. As weak and helpless as I am, I'll even scavenge through trash to keep you fed.
