I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

Summary of the I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

Suddenly, BAM! It wasn't fiction anymore.

I was in it, total immersion, right? And guess where I landed... straight into what they called the tutorial zone. Yeah, sure enough. Turns out 'tutorial' is a real funny term for this cursed starting point. More like a guaranteed one-way ticket to despair, that's what.

No viable strategy, just pure frustration and danger. Everyone who entered here basically vanished. It was a bloodbath from day one, really.

And I remember feeling this gut-churning anger, this raw desperation. Seeing the final moments play out, knowing it was *supposed* to be impossible... well, now I'm living that impossible scenario.

So yeah, my plan? Simple. This rigged nightmare zone isn't going to dictate my fate. Screw the 'tutorial'. If tearing down this broken system means finding a way to win from here, then baby, that's exactly what I'll do. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!