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!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the previously still trucks suddenly began to emit faint sounds of twisting metal.


At first, it was just a trickle, then a stream, and then… visible deformation occurred.


In the grating, teeth-clenching noise, the dozen heavy trucks brought by the Doctor Battle Gang seemed to have developed their own will. With chilling changes, they twisted into bizarre entities, amalgams of contorted steel and tangled wires.


They resembled weapons, yet also resembled human arms…


The drivers of these trucks had long since left their cabs, yet these twisted heavy trucks moved as if each one possessed its own consciousness, beginning to act on their own.


Under the control of some invisible will, these seemingly actionless twisted entities started to converge in the same direction.


The more these abnormal entities merged, the more intense the interlocking sounds became.


527 I refuse