MTL - Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game - Chapter 122 block, dodge

“Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows.” “New monthly rule ’Active Talent’ added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day...” When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. “Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top.”

The course of commitments never did run smooth.

Magic is the programming language of the world. But in a fantasy world, nobody has ever heard about programming. That is, nobody except Aurea. Formerly known as Aurora, she was reborn with all the knowledge she brought from Earth.She spent the 40 years of her previous life studying society, science, programming, hermetism, mythology, and alchemy. She died financially broke and emotionally broken, but all her accumulated knowledge and her nerdiness are about to pay off.She starts her life as the daughter of a slave, set against impossible odds from the beginning. But if incantations work as a programming language, then she knows exactly what to do to turn the tables. Words and syntax were the bread and butter of her former life, and material components look more like APIs and plugins.She didn’t meet a Goddess, wasn’t summoned like a hero, didn’t have a System giving her an ability. Instead, she was just dropped there to fend for herself. But with her knowledge, she doesn’t need a cheat skill. She is the cheat herself.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.