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!

Slowly standing up, Yang Yu took out his shield and slid it onto his left arm. Although simply scaling the wall would mean he had essentially completed the task, it seemed that he couldn't climb over without defeating Asuna.


"If one must draw comparisons, I would prefer you liken me to a stoat in a hunt, as that would at least seem cuter. After all, we're just walking within the rat's den, not actual rats."


"Do you mean to say that we on this side are the rats?" Asuna lightly flicked her long whip, the sound of it cutting through the air with a terrifying crack, as she gathered her messy hair and let out a snort of derision, "You really have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. You, it seems, are not aware of the difference in strength between us. It's the weak who end up as mice."


Chapter 68 It might be because I'm handsome!