
The world of online games is permanent.
Alone, poor, desolate, I sit in my darkroom,
Not remembering the window is closed.
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Focusing on leveling by stopping living
Given that my social life is deteriorating
In any case, got the perfect artifact build.
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Though tired, I went to the next stage
As I sat in the dirty room
The cups and cans lay in the same place.
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The world of online games consumes me.
Not remembering the day or time
The characters stare at me with hypnotic eyes.
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Though tired, I went to the next stage.
A rotten strategy to protect myself,
Swinging the best weapons and hitting combos.
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The big numbers make people think,
I am a proud hero of the organization.
However, nothing holds any value anymore.
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The world of online games, where I stay,
Respects my position in the guild.
But, the real world will keep going without me.