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.