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!

If it had been before, Ada and Aluo would have just glanced at such a beautiful woman, but this time they had money in their pockets, so naturally, they felt a bit more confident.


Furthermore, the woman who appeared here turned out to be an elf, which only fueled their wild imaginings.


After all, this place was a hundred thousand miles away from Wansheng Country; she couldn't possibly have wandered here from the elf settlements by accident.


Looking at her current attire, a pure white dress with a delicately embroidered rose lace hem, a carefully polished gemstone ring, and playful high heels. Elves who live conservative lives usually stick to simple clothes and would never be as flashy as humans.


Perhaps, she had been living in human society for quite some time now, having learned some common knowledge about life in the human world.


But why was she alone and why was she standing so forlornly under a streetlamp at this late hour?


Chapter 83 The Boat of Friendship Capsizes As It's Said