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 cross-shaped light had just vanished when a new light once again illuminated the darkness, creating six "survival bands," each three floor tiles wide, spanning the entire room.


"Go to the place where there's light, stand side by side with me, one on each floor tile, when a tile suddenly appears in front, step forward, otherwise, step back. Don't get it wrong, don't panic, and don't follow someone else's steps!"


No sooner had the three of them taken their positions than darkness erupted from the ground, shooting up to the ceiling and forming two black walls.


This time, the death-scented walls were right before their eyes, smooth and refined as if darkness had wrapped itself in a protective film.


"Don't look at the walls, watch the squares beneath your feet!"


Chapter 108: Running the Grid