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!

Bai E simply shook his head, showing no interest at all.


The battles he had participated in weren't something these greenhouse-controlled deathmatches could compare with.


"Right..." Weslin nodded, "These fights might be a bit boring for you. Shall we go check out some other places?"


"This is the largest gambling venue in the city where millions of blackwater coins can come and go every second. By the way, do you have any money?"


Looking at Bai E's clueless expression, Weslin couldn't help but smile wryly, "Money is a good thing. In human society, money is everything. When you come to the inner city more often and see something you want, you'll understand the benefits of money."


"This is the dance hall, where many people who come here for the first time choose to stay overnight." Weslin said this with a wink and a mischievous grin, "You'll spend the night here, and we'll head back to the barracks tomorrow."


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