The Cursed Gamer - Chapter 370: The Start (1)

I’m Kuna, a former countess’s daughter, working at the café of the Adventurers’ Guild “Shield of the Silver Wolf.” Together with my Carbuncle, Lulu, I spend my days serving customers with special drinks infused with healing power!One day, a customer from my own White Wolf tribe visits…With the newly joined companions, I find myself facing my family, who is trying to take me back to the Kingdom of Aluda!The happiness everyone in the guild has given me—I will protect it this time!This is a life-reversal story filled with fluffiness and healing power!

Yuchi traveled to the wild and ferocious world, where the heroes of all races lived in the world, and was arranged to be put in prison by others since he was born.

When others have completely forgotten this little transparent thing, he has already taken out the bamboo pole that accompanied him in his previous life.

There are souls of ancient gods and beasts in the vast wilderness of the world, rivers and seas.

This bamboo pole can communicate with ancient times.

Go fishing in the Nether Dead Sea and get the Lament of the Naga Siren!

Fishing in the Bone Ning River, get the onslaught of Mourning Murlocs!

Go fishing in the cave sky and deep pool, and get the golden pupil of the five-clawed dragon!

Hang candles in the sea and sky to fish, and get the real fire of the nine-tailed white fox!

Tens of thousands of years have passed in a flash, and gods and beasts from all walks of life come to congratulate them on their wedding banquet.

A certain giant couldn’t help asking: “Why are you so scary?”

Yuchi looked at the beautiful wife beside him, and in his mind he recalled the scene where he once stood standing in the dark sea and fought thousands of evil spirits…

Smiled: “Without him, it’s just luck.”

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One day, a silver-haired goddess appeared before him.“Heaven-Defying Star. The one who goes against fate. The sole savior of a world doomed to end—”What the hell is this woman even talking about?“You must be the Regressor.”“… What?”No, I’m not.

My brother* and I, from elementary school to university, had grown up together. We didn’t just get into the same degree, we’re also sharing the same dormitory room.