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!

Wherever there was a gap to slip through, he would slip through; if there truly was no way to wriggle past, he'd use his will to distort the "changes" in his target.


The kinetic energy of the bullets was ferocious, but as long as he could make them deviate slightly from their intended trajectories, the end result would be vastly different.


And this required far, far less effort than Bai E's method of enduring with his physical body.


A strange scene unfolded—the density of the barrage didn't change at all, and the firing rate remained terrifying. Yet the shadow that had just been sparking all over suddenly seemed to become an invisible ghost amidst the endless barrage.


Not a single bullet could touch him, and the occasional sparks that flew up became completely inconspicuous under the terrifying blanket of gunfire.


Countless heavy machine guns firing in unison ended up seeming like shooting mosquitoes with cannons—utterly futile.


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