300 Heroes of the Comics

Maybe I can see "him".

If there is any nostalgia for this world in Cao Shurui's heart, it must be the last moment of "him".

If he didn't know that, he would probably remember it forever until he returned to this world.

"Squeak-"

As the door was pushed open, a gloomy boy with eyes walked in.

The moment he closed the door, as if he had relaxed, there was a hint of anticipation and a smile on his face.

In front of people, he was never good at words.

Because, the people who can listen to him have lost two forever.

Only the inner drama, he has more than anyone else.

And now, he can't wait to turn on the computer.

Cao Shurui knew it and why he did it.

Because only when he is alone in this little room can he be the real him, and he is allowed to be the real him.

The only one who can chat without any scruples is [myself].

To put it bluntly, it is talking to itself.

This has become his habit since he was adopted by his uncle's family.

Soon, the computer's screen lights up.

The familiar icon of 300h/eros appeared before his eyes.

Just like Cao Shurui in the past, he was dazzled by the dazzling array of heroes.

One by one named, even familiar characters, captured his heart.

These characters can also be regarded as his friends.

By this time, Cao Shurui had understood everything.

But he still watched silently.

Looking at myself with the technical crayons, I played game after game.

until--

A white dialog box appears.

It is undoubtedly the beginning of everything.

Blessed to the soul, Cao Shurui silently condensed his body in the corner of the room.

He solemnly opened the system interface, and he clicked [Make a copy].

He already knew what to do next.

——[My beginning starts with "I". 】

A pure white sphere of light, which is as invisible as the system panel, appeared in his palm.

A series of rules were woven out of the system panel in front of him, and then penetrated into the ball of light.

"Click-"

With the sound of the mouse clicking, Cao Shurui threw the light ball formed in his hand.

A door that was opened at an unknown time, a person who appeared at an unknown time.

A wooden stick cut from a wooden mop hit the boy's head heavily.

The warm blood that splashed out slid down Cao Shurui's cheeks.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Laughing lowly, he felt his body float uncontrollably.

Looking at his uncle who couldn't control his balance due to excessive force, fell on the bed, and fell asleep because of alcoholism, Cao Shurui turned his head and put the whole room in his eyes.

He showed a satisfied smile.

"It turns out that I actually died once..."

"Very well, I have no regrets."

Feeling that his body became illusory, he looked at the other self who had also become illusory, and smiled:

"Welcome, become a summoner."

Perhaps, you will suffer.

Perhaps, you will die a few times.

But it's all worth it.

"In the name of Cao Shurui—"

Because, you will meet important people.