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!

Yang Yu immediately thought of this concept, but before he could finalize a plan, he completely rejected it.


Mixing flour and air evenly and igniting it would cause an explosion, which would no doubt leave Amon with nowhere to hide, but it would also envelop them all, leaving nothing behind.


In this game, a person's life is only given once, and there's no way to resurrect after death.


Yang Yu must firmly resist any plans that would cost his teammates their lives.


Even if those plans were simple and brutal, providing a permanent solution.


"Since this method won't work, why not think of another one? When it comes to gaming, I'm really good at adjusting strategies."


Murmuring to himself, Yang Yu sheathed his sword blade, waited for the right moment when Amon was distracted, summoned a bag of flour from the system, grabbed a corner, and threw it with all his might toward Amon.


Chapter 113: Launch!