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!

The beastman leader holding a pistol burst into exaggerated laughter, "You humans can't decide things, so we'll decide for you."


The beastmen rushed forward like a bunch of reckless brutes without brains or plans, a moment ago they seemed like they were about to trade, but in the next, they had already grabbed their machetes and charged.


Shouting "waaaaagh," they surged forward as if inspired by the power of gods, their movements swift and coordinated.


The pistols in the beastmen's hands, almost as big as human machine guns, roared wildly first.


Whether accurate or not, they were simply loud.


This was the beastmen's combat aesthetic.


Even the beastmen's pet dougs charged forward with "huffing and puffing" in the frenetic warlike atmosphere, their tiny frames bursting with bloodthirsty madness.


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