The Lone Wanderer - Chapter 269: Blumbins

The Virgin Mary system dug out a delicate girl, Chi Ying, from the game world as its host.

Looking at her pure face, it secretly affirmed in its heart that this pure appearance simply best suited the Virgin Mary character!

After binding, it discovered that the delicate flower was in fact the villainess boss of the game!

The system was faintly worried: Yes, it should be fine, right?

The system saw Chi Ying standing in a pool of blood, with the light of the Virgin Mary above her head, holding a zombie’s head and weeping.

She burst into tears, “God, they are so pitiful.”

Everyone: Is this person sick?

Seeing the ever-increasing Virgin Mary value, the system covered its eyes.

Don’t think I didn’t see it! Weren’t that bunch of zombie heads all cut off by her?!

Gu Chi picked out a woman from the pile of zombies, with tears in her eyes and blood all over her body.

He reasonably suspected that she was a dangerous person who had been infected, so he tied her up, and put the gun against her eyebrows, waiting for her to mutate at any time.

The woman he pointed the gun at suddenly turned her head, which seemed to be a sign of mutation. Gu Chi looked resolute, and was about to shoot when he saw her looking at him lovingly, she said, “You are so ruthless, you must have been hurt in the past… It’s okay, I don’t blame you.”

Gu Chi shook his hand.

“…”

Thank you for the invitation, but he didn’t get hurt before.

- Description from Novelupdates

What would you do if you found yourself trapped in a world of a game?Would you panic?Rejoice?Just give up?This is a conundrum I found myself in after waking up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with no clue of how I got there.Magic powers?I had none of those…A cheat-like system?Nowhere to be found.All I possessed was a single skill that seemed meager at best…[ Shadow Manipulation ]

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Have you ever wondered what a character in a novel or in a game should be?

Do they eat? Sleep? Do they have their own life when you are not reading or playing?

They do not.

When you are not doing anything, we stay still.

To be fair, think about your own life. Is it different from a game without a system? You can not see behind your back, similar to how a character has to render it in a game.

But at least, you have your own life.

While I have to watch the protagonist of the novel find his way into the pants of the female leads.

This is my destiny.

I'm not jealous. Not at all.