"Revive."
A somewhat desolate white light flashed, and Di Tian once again stood naked at the respawn point on the plains.
He took a deep breath, removed his hands from the keyboard, and looked up at the chandelier hanging from the internet café ceiling, his eyes filled with the weathered resignation of one who had seen through the vanity of the world.
He was the mighty Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, with eight hundred thousand years of cultivation. Once, he had been a legendary figure who trampled the Douluo Continent beneath his feet.
But ever since he started playing this damned game called Minecraft, he had either been blown up by Creepers or made to drop his loot by his dear niece. Now that he had finally returned home, he had somehow become a guinea pig for his lord's "Redstone human experiments."
"I'm tired. Let it all burn. Whoever wants to play this stupid game can play it..."
Just as Di Tian was about to quit the game and bid a complete farewell to this place that had brought him nothing but sorrow—
"Di Tian, come here."
Gu Yuena's voice came through his headphones. Her tone was gentle, yet brooked no doubt.
Di Tian shuddered all over and instinctively controlled his blocky avatar back to the entrance of the Star Dou Dragon Palace.
This time, he had learned his lesson. No matter what, he refused to step onto that quartz floor again.
"My lord, my health bar really can't take another one of your tests..." Di Tian looked like he was about to cry.
Inside the palace gates, Gu Yuena did not activate any mechanisms.
She controlled her character to walk to the entrance and flicked her wrist.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"
Amid a string of item-drop sounds, four gleaming pieces