Dancing Eggplant

After binge-playing a game for seventy-two hours, the single-player streamer Yang Yu, who made his living selling game guides, quietly passed away in his bed.
Unaware of his own death, he was invited by a deity to conquer an RPG game, and was persuaded into choosing the hardest civilian starter.
Couldn't even defeat a single slime after leaving the novice village? Want to learn a taunt skill but have to actually verbally taunt? And the gacha only yields trash?
Faced with numerous hardships, he actually... got excited.
A true gamer never fears challenges; they only fear the game being too easy.
As his sparse panel began filling out, Yang Yu felt an unprecedented satisfaction swell within him, and he became addicted to making waves, unable to stop himself.
'Hey? There seems to be a lone hero up ahead. Watch as I turn him into a unit of combat power! Damn, I’ve been spotted. Hero, don't run away!'

Demon King: Hero, don't run away!

The stronghold stirred up dust, and the elite assassin goblin squad responsible for Zone F saw it from a distance.


A few elite assassin goblins felt uneasy, gathering around their captain, "Captain, something seems to have happened at the stronghold. Should we go back and check it out?"


"No need, the lord there will surely handle it, perhaps it's the last resistance of the arrogant humans. Don't forget the lord's orders, standby in this forest, if you encounter humans, kill on sight, unless the lord personally sends someone to notify us, otherwise do not abandon your post."


The elite assassin goblin captain lowered his gaze and once again hid within the forest; all he could do was trust in his king, believe that his king could indeed lead the goblins to flourishing once again.


Chapter 37 What kind of junk is this