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!

Marshal, standing firm against opposing opinions, straightened his body with a stern face, "They too are human; if they didn't die on the battlefield, we can't let them die by our own hands."


He was curious about the first batch of artificial humans as well.


For this reason, he deliberately spent over a month interacting personally with these artificial human recruits, and during that training period, he trained with the artificial humans and endured hardship together.


They chatted together after meals, and did their favorite things during their free time.


They all had their own different preferences.


Some liked sweet and sour food, some preferred strong and stimulating alcohol, some liked to make handcrafted flower arrangements, and some preferred to just bask in the sun…


He could sense, clearer than anything, that these artificial human soldiers also had their preferences, their thoughts, their souls, their lives.


528 Old Fellas' Promise