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Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

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...) ```

The Unsealed Secret Tome · Games
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500 Chs

249 elite members

Recruit people?

The sudden question from Kuang Xin made Bai E's heart skip a beat.

Recruit! Definitely recruit!

He had a quota for issuing tasks every day, but recently he'd been entangled in miscellaneous matters and hadn't found the time to look for reliable player targets.

Bai E didn't plan to hit and run, changing targets after each shot. The limited task quota he had each day couldn't be given to unreliable players or distributed randomly; he definitely needed to focus on nurturing the same player consistently.

He would cultivate them with his authority, and use their feedback to improve himself. This was the choice that served his interests best.

The targets, of course, had to be chosen with care, and ideally, be as deeply tied to him as these three individuals before him.

Bonding them through joining the organization could also be considered the best choice.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he asked softly, "Do you have any friends still?"