He Yuan woke up from the soft bed in his small room and glanced at the system time.
November 26, 4:40 in the afternoon.
He rubbed his eyes, entering a brief period of emptiness after getting up.
As a casual player who had decided long ago not to join the fray, he was not as lost as most people. After the hyper-talk section of the world forum was launched, he successfully united with people from the previous groups, securing a small bar owner position for himself. This position also provided him with some Points, enough to sustain a luxurious life he could never attain on Zhai Xing.
He used to be just a salesperson, living a life of running errands and faking smiles all day, finding joy in life only through microblogging after work—even though people said it was a dumpster, as an old celebrity chaser with queen-like confidence, he was the king of the dumpster.
