A man must have a dream.
Rorl knew his dream since he was young: get rid of poverty!
He looked down on the family that his parents carefully maintained. In his point of view, such a family was too shabby and inconspicuous.
He should have a better family and an identity that people would pay attention to.
So, he fought hard for his dream.
In school, he studied hard.
After graduation, he worked hard.
But …
The fullness of his dream served as a foil to the backbone of reality.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't achieve his dream. Even maintaining the shabby home that he looked down on became harder by the day.
At that moment, Rorl admitted that he was a common person.
He was just him, an extremely ordinary guy, no different from the people around him.
Maybe even a little less.
After all, his looks and body were average, he wasn't as popular as those with outstanding looks.
When a good-looking junior who graduated less than a year ago easily became the team leader of his team with the support of his boss, Rorl realized the cruelty of reality.
Therefore, he became more and more cautious, and … muddling along.
He saw the girl he had a crush on become someone else's bride.
He looked at his parents, who were getting older day by day.
He saw his numb smile in the mirror.
He cried.
He cried.
Then, he entered this place.
A legendary place that could change one's fate.
Using his life to change his fate.
Was it fair?
It was.
At least this place gave him a chance.
He swore to seize every chance he got.
However, after a single newbie trial, Rorl realized the reality.
The fear of death made his body tremble.
If it wasn't for his luck, he would have been dead.
Rorl knew it in his heart.
Therefore, when Iron Chariot sent him an invitation, he joined without a second thought and tried his best to take on the least dangerous position: Wasteland Explorer.
He led the newbies to the edge of the big city, drawing a map, exploring the terrain and earning some Points. It was no different from the real world.
If it wasn't for the three-month death limit, he would be more than happy to continue.
After all, it was double the salary!
But there was no such thing in the real world!
He relied on his accumulation and luck to clear four dungeon runs, and in each dungeon world, he didn't ask for much, all he wanted was to complete the main mission smoothly.
Naturally, the consequence of this was that his strength was extremely low.
Those who had entered the huge city at the same time as him had long since left him far behind. Even those who had entered later were far beyond his reach.
Even some of the rookies who knew the inside story scoffed at this.
But, what did this count for?
These guys only saw the glory and glory side of things.
What about the losers?
No one would have thought that those losers would die without a corpse.
Luo Er thought of something.
He became even more cautious. Even if someone provoked him in front of him, he would accept it with a smile, adhering to the principle of turning big things into small things and trivial things into nothing.
Coward!
Good-For-Nothing!
Rorl acted like he didn't hear the greetings that were thrown at him endlessly.
As long as he was alive.
Everything was perfect.
But one day, his perfect life was shattered.
As he was about to embark on his fifth dungeon run, he was lucky enough to be transferred to the Iron Chariot's clearers.
Everyone knew that following the clearers would be a great harvest.
Naturally, Luo Er understood.
So, he became even more cautious, trying his best to make the others in the guild forget about him. He didn't want anything to go wrong at this time.
Of course, Luo Er contacted the clearers and gave them some gifts. The gifts were part of his rewards from the last dungeon run and the three months of clearing new dungeons in the big city.
Even though he was reluctant, it was necessary.
It was to secure the slot and also to receive more care in the dungeon run.
Luo Er wasn't a newbie anymore, he knew the difference between having care and not.
The early stages were smooth, Luo Er accepted his gifts.
He heaved a long breath and started to look forward to the upcoming dungeon run. However, one day, he suddenly realized the clearers that he had been giving gifts to were acting strangely.
Luo Er seemed to be ignoring him.
No, not ignoring him.
But …
He didn't know him!
It was as if both of them had never met before and never talked to each other.
In fact?
Luo Er had met Luo Er when he was still a newbie — he brought Luo Er to clear new dungeons and it was because of that, Luo Er got the chance to give Luo Er his gifts.
Now that Luo Er didn't know him, what else could he do?
Make a scene?
Humiliate Luo Er?
No, if he did that, he would be the unlucky one.
Just when Luo Er was about to accept his bad luck, he suddenly noticed something unusual within the guild.
Those who always mocked and ridiculed him had gone quiet recently. When he walked past them, they also chose to ignore him.
That's right, ignore!
Just like the clearers, they ignored him.
And the disregard seemed to be spreading.
Among the newbies that Luo Er had just led, the young man who always called him Captain Luo Er started to ignore him as well.
More importantly, Luo Er also ignored the other players from the same batch.
If Luo Er ignored him because of his title as a coward, then it didn't make sense for him to ignore the others.
Doubts appeared in Luo Er's heart.
Just when he was about to ask Luo Er in private to clear his doubts, he suddenly realized the batch of newbies had vanished without a trace.
Luo Er was shocked.
What did it mean to disappear in the big city?
Death!
What did a large number of newbies die mean?
It would shake the foundation of the guild!
However, the entire Iron Chariot's upper echelons turned a blind eye to it. Even some of the veterans and upper echelons who had passed the newbie stage were disappearing.
Whenever someone disappeared, Luo Er would tremble in fear.
He didn't know when it would be his turn.
Tomorrow?
An hour later?
Or the next second?
The feeling of waiting for death was unbearable.
Luo Er prepared to save himself.
He quietly contacted Lawless.
He released a fake news.
He wanted to tie the most influential figure in the big city to his chariot.
Naive?
Childish?
So what if he was naive?
He just didn't want to die.
If he waited any longer, he would die.
If he took a gamble, he might be able to live.
He had no other choice.
A deep puff later, Luo Er spat out the smoke. The green smoke floated in front of him and filled the whole room. The nicotine soothed his tense nerves a little but it was far from enough.
Every minute and second was torture for Luo Er.
If it wasn't for the mandatory public room setting when he joined the guild, he would have stayed in his room and never come out.
Dok Dok Dok!
Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Luo Er stood up like a frightened rabbit, tossing the cigarette away and picking up the gun on the table.
"It's me, 2567."
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