Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual - Chapter 265: Second Lifetime, Freya. (11)

An internet troll who wanted attention, the reader criticized his favorite web novel, saying: “The protagonist is dumb and the author is stupid.”

The future me actually let me enter a virtual game called “Otherworld”, and then play the game against the creation-level evil god to save three worlds?!

Please! Is this something a normal person like me can do?!

but……

Not to mention that the game can make money, can the power obtained in the game have the opportunity to bring it to reality?!

The key is……

The future me even brought me three golden fingers!

In this regard, Sui Yu said: “I’ll take over this epic main quest!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Zein was a rogue Guide living in the god-forsaken land of the red-zone, guiding for money and survival. Until the guild he used to work with caused a tragedy. Driven by sorrow and guilt, Zein became a mercenary guide in the land bordering the forbidden Deathzone, working like a suicidal monk. One day, an overbearing Esper suddenly appeared and told him, “If you’re so hellbent to die, why don’t you come with me to the Deathzone?”A strange proposition, a nostalgic smirk. Had Zein actually met him before?Following the man into the deadly zone, will Zein find the respite he seeks, or will he get engulfed in a storm?But there’s no such thing as love in the deathzone...is it?* * *The story is set in a sentinel-verse, so there will be:- Sentinel (Esper) and Guide- Dungeon!- Romance- Action- …smut? ;)It’s a (kinda) love story wrapped in dungeon system shenanigans, with abilities and action and whatnot

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”