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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 · Juegos
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387 Chs

If you feel afraid...

"Because I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid you coward wouldn't dare to share our battle situation with everyone!

Saying that we must free all comrades from the enemy's control isn't just lip service!

Now, everyone should be able to see it, right!

His Gun Fighting Skill activated instantly, and Bai E, with a pistol clenched in his mouth, performed a flip kick and propelled himself into the air.

While midair, Bai E sheathed his gun.

The dexterity of his manual skills allowed him to perform all these intricate movements with remarkable agility.

He drew his bow in the air, his fingers quickly locating the specially marked arrow in the quiver on his back.

Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow...

Instant Kill Hundred Heads!

Ninefold power!

Shoot!

Under one arrow, several afterimages followed closely, and almost transcending time, the arrow struck precisely into the chest of the master of fear, muscled and brawny.

"Puchi!"

The arrowhead buried deep, unmatched in sharpness.