The Unemployed Game Master

Without this clear situation, everything will be very difficult to overcome

"Hachoo... what's wrong with my body? Could it be that I'm getting sick!" Highess frowned as he remembered how his body had to be under care. Quickly, he headed to the storage shelf, where there were some pain relievers.

Even though he lived in an uncleaned room, he still took care of his health. After all, if he got sick, no one would feel sorry for him or care about him.

Here he still had to behave like an independent person, not complaining about the situation.

"Where?" His hand checked several bottles that were thought to have pills, and indeed there were some pills there, unfortunately not all the pills he needed.

With a flu like this, there was no way he could play games comfortably. Forcing himself to play games while sick would have a very bad impact, and many deaths often occur due to players pushing themselves too hard when playing games.

Highess didn't want his fate to be like most people who were too focused on playing games to pay attention to their condition. At the very