First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 16 Fear

【Global Game + Infinite Flow + Farming Infrastructure + Healing System + Fluffy + DND-like】Born through reincarnation and abandoned in the forest at birth, I barely survived into adulthood when the global game descended, and everything had to start anew as the scientific world suddenly took a turn.Killing beginner monsters, logging into the game, each person received a Player Manual and took on extraordinary Professions like Barbarian, Warrior, Wanderer, Martial Monk, Priest, Druid, Forest Patrol, Mage, Magician, and Bard—eleven core Professions to choose from.This is a mythical world teeming with numerous Races; humans are no longer the sole intelligent Race. Elves, mermaids, Half-Breeds, Mushroom Men, goblins, and Jackal Wolfmen each have their own way of survival—some are friends, others enemies.New players, along with the world, embarked on their evolutionary journeys.Mu Ying, holding the Lord Token, took on the role of an adept farm grower and jack-of-all-trades Druid, eventually becoming the first Lord and the first player in the deep blue.…………This text contains slow-paced infinite flow elements, currently featuring Trial Worlds: Square World, Witch World, World of Gods.(There is a male lead with low presence, very limited screen time, in a relaxed, healing system centered around a strong female lead.)

I want an S-Rank skill too! I want it so badly, I could die for it!

Eh !? WHAT IS THE POINT OF GETTING ONE IF I DIE !?

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.