The Unsealed Secret Tome

Good news! The game is up and running!
Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game.
Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world.
High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery...
Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players.
Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die.
Wait, what's this?
【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】
Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!"
(PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about.
Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...)
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Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

In the pitch-black sewer, Dai Lian shushed Gong Yan, who was following behind him.


He needed a very quiet environment to be able to hear the movements of the evil creatures with his own ears.


This world wasn't quite reasonable. Normally, the game would directly determine the interaction between one's attributes and the environment, possibly with a fluctuating value influencing the outcome, and if the determination passed, it would directly present the target within a white circle or outlined shape on the screen.


But here... there was no system assistance, no display on screen.


[It's like I've traveled to another dimension...]


Dai Lian muttered internally, his ears receiving every slight noise like sonar.


The twanging sound of steel rebar expanding and contracting with heat... The dripping sound of cold condensation beads falling...


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