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“Character card generating…”
“ID: Liu Zheng (modifiable)”
“Level: lv1”
“Strength: 14”
“Constitution: 12?”
“Mental: 11”
“Perception: 10”
Staring at the character panel before him, Liu Zheng was bewildered.
He had merely filled out a survey, and now some hellish game had chosen him.
Have these main gods become so casual about recruiting people?
Even sales reps at least ask about your family situation.
“The dungeon will begin in one hour. Please prepare yourself, player.”
The mechanical voice sounded again, and a countdown appeared on the panel.
“Sending someone with ALS into a dungeon—isn’t that a bit too heartless?”
Liu Zheng was speechless.
He had only a few months left to live, and this trip out was meant to pick a cemetery for himself.
He’d already planned his requirements: must be a spacious apartment, facing north to south, and ideally with a nineteen-year-old JK girl next door.
“You have signed a wager contract, player. You must obey the game rules,” the system said coldly.
“What wager contract?” Liu Zheng looked at the survey, only to find it had completely changed.
“Name: Wager Contract
“Type: Item”
“Quality: ???”
“Effect: The user's clearance rewards will automatically be replaced by those related to their wish until the wish is fulfilled. The user will be forcibly converted into a player and must achieve an A-grade rating in every clearance until the wish is fulfilled, or else be erased.”
“Note: Kids don’