I'm seventeen years old, I'm a loser, and the fortune teller says I won't live to be eighteen.
Demons are rampant in this world, and Kyushu has lost five. Every city must have a grandmaster to control it, otherwise when the monster wave comes, the people will be gone. Grandmaster? It's been three years since the last one died, and the new one hasn't come yet.
Qingzhou City is still holding on. Relying on an increasingly thinning barrier, an old boss with completely white hair, and the pot of porridge every morning.
I originally planned to just hang out like this until I die.
Today, when I was waiting in line to get porridge, something came out from under the stove. It was dark brown, covered with mucus, and the mouthparts were full of fine teeth. I only had a fire stick at hand, and when I pushed it down, it shrank.
There was a voice in my head:
——The system of killing enemies and becoming stronger has been activated.
They say the demon tide is coming in a month. The barrier on the city wall is getting thinner and thinner, Master Fang's white hair is getting more and more, and the porridge is getting thinner and thinner.
There is a rusty sword under the bed. I need to pull it out before tonight.
My name is Lin Yuan. He won't survive until eighteen.
Then let those things not pass my level first.
