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 Goblin King incredulously shifted his gaze; at the other end of the cave was a girl with messy hair, accompanied by a pale blue Slime. They were indeed that man's companions.


His vision blurred with blood, and even the azure sky grew hazy in the eyes of the Goblin King.


Before death, what he saw was not the grand achievements crafted by the ancient Goblin kings, nor Yang Yu's irritating smile, but rather the hint of surprise on the face of today's Goblin Elite Assassination Squad leader.


What exactly did he want to say to me then? If I had listened, how different would the outcome be now?


Such possibilities lingered only in the Goblin King's final imagination.


"Cough, cough." After a severe coughing fit, Bai Jin, pale and listless, looked toward He Meng at her side, "Thank you, He Meng... Miss? It's all thanks to you that we could complete the task Yang Yu assigned."


Chapter 38 Special Meeting