"Trash!"
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
"Ah..."
In the distance,
a monster covered in "arrows" thudded against the ground, the shaking unceasing, its mouth continuously shouting "trash" as it charged toward Li Changge.
Li Changge suddenly had an epiphany.
"So it's 'Jingjing,' huh."
Li Changge struggled to pull out the coarse arrow that had firmly nailed him to the ground, a bitter smile spreading across his face.
When did it start that he, pretending so much, even started to feel that he himself was a noob?
From when did Li Changge get used to scrounging to survive, forgetting the excitement and joy in his heart when he had braved trials with no reliance on anyone?
When did it start...
"I've become lax."
"I've gotten too into the role."
"I've become too obsessed."
One hundred meters.
Ninety.
Eighty.
Seventy.
The monster was closing in, step by step.
