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!

After signing the agreement and settling everything, Mr. Chilom grandly instructed his company members to hand over five million to Yang Yu.


He tightly clutched the hefty bag of Gold Coin and glanced at the soaring numbers on his system, struggling to restrain himself from bursting into laughter.


This deal was even more of a windfall than getting something for nothing.


Yang Yu could already imagine Lao Ganma or other profound Chinese Cuisine blossoming everywhere in this world.


At night, a lord who diligently managed his territory would return home, where maid after maid would bring out exquisite dishes to the table; and when unveiled—Lao Ganma, stinky tofu, marinated eggs, roast duck—each presented in a manner too expensive for others to afford.


Biting into that stinky tofu, juice would flow everywhere, its fragrance filling the air.


The lord could not help but exclaim, "Delicious, delicious."


It achieved a true blend of elegance and popular appeal.


Chapter 132: Are you thinking about peach?