O quê, eu sou o Deus da Responsabilidade?
Uma guilda que possui um ás capaz de salvar a equipe das situações mais desesperadoras; um guerreiro lendário que ocasionalmente transforma o impossível em possível; um jogador de nervos de aço cuja performance cresce conforme o palco se torna maior. Um sortudo abençoado pelo destino. Então, por que ainda se diz com frequência que jogadores sortudos não vão longe? Diante dessa pergunta, Jiang Heyi, presidente da guilda “Fronteira Entre Realidade e Ilusão” e conhecido tanto pela equipe quanto pelo público como o “Deus da Responsabilidade”, só pode suspirar. Quem é que coloca a equipe em apuros? Quem leva a guilda ao limite do desastre? Como levar o jogador de nervos de aço ao grande palco para que possa brilhar? Como proteger o sortudo que absorve toda a sorte da equipe até o final? Esta guilda, cheia de “Deuses Conceituais”, precisa que o Deus da Responsabilidade se erga. Quanto maior a responsabilidade, mais ela cresce! ... “Prova das Estrelas”. Este é um jogo, mas parece ser mais do que apenas um jogo. Agora, é hora de adormecer. E, nos sonhos, tudo começa.
O quê, eu sou o Deus da Responsabilidade?
Jiang He Yi swung his blade, and a blazing, brilliant stream of dark red light erupted from the short knife’s edge. The strike landed upon the rushing river; scalding "water mist" surged toward him, dazzling splashes obscured his vision, and radiant colors enveloped him.
The blade trembled violently, numbing his grip. Staring into the glare, his eyes burned and watered. Twisted buzzing mingled with sharp screeches, forming a sound that stabbed into his eardrums, making his hair stand on end. The stench of proteins burning under high heat began to seep into the air.
He had no shield. As a warrior, in the fleeting second of sudden contact, Jiang He Yi did everything a fighter could. Now, his senses had been sealed by an enemy he could not see.
The fragile defense granted by the full force release of his Warrior’s Heart was nothing more than a placebo. The crude protection from the cheap elemental shield potion he took beforehand was already groaning its last.
His instincts told him: in three or four seconds, he would have to break his defensive stance. Not too soon, not too late. Too early, as the primary target, moving recklessly would endanger his teammates. Too late...
“It’s fine, I still have teammates.”
He had done all he could; now, it was time to trust his team—
A fireball exploded against his back.
Jiang He Yi staggered, feeling the “enthusiasm” of his companion as he stood like a wall before his teammates. Rolling aside, he shot a quick glance at the mage who held his staff aloft, suppressing the urge to cu
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