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!

Actions determine habits, and the biological clock that became habit firmly controlled time, waking the dreaming person at the precise moment.


Everything still feels dizzy in front of me.


My self-restraint, capable of suppressing hormonal effects, can't control the erosion of alcohol on my body.


Luckily, my physical fitness is genuinely robust, and after shaking my head, the world in front of me started to sharpen.


It seems... no one else has woken up yet.


Hearing the rustling noise close at hand, You, who had been deep in sleep, lifted his head in a daze and opened his eyes. Propping himself up, he sat up half way, his shoulder-length hair falling naturally around him. While rubbing his eyes with his small palms, he asked in a soft, groggy voice, "What are you getting up for?"


As Bai E was putting on his clothes, he paused slightly, "Don't we have morning training?"


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