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Apocalypse: System of lotteries

The Doomsday Game Descends In 12 hours, the world will enter a long night. The long night is nothing more than an inconvenience. Other than electricity, wireless communication, and modern technology, such as thermal weapons, which cannot be used, no other ecological environment will be negatively affected. You should work on improving yourself as soon as possible before the long night begins. It is imperative that you pay attention to those around you. It is possible that he or she will consume your brain in the next few seconds. By chance, Ming bound the Lottery System

FETI · Urbain
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528 Chs

Imitating him?

Ming pulled out his crossbow and aimed it at the centipede. Hawkeye scanned it:

[1-Star King-level BOSS]

[Weakness: Save me some energy, I'm tired, it's just a piece of trash…]

"So, it really is a 1-star king-level, no wonder it ran when it saw the little bear."

Puff! The centipede spat a thick, green venom at Ming. He dodged and was about to pull the trigger when a dark figure pounced forward and slapped the centipede's head, knocking it to the ground. The dark figure then jumped up, stomping on the centipede's body with its four wide paws, and sharp claws harder than fine gold emerged from its huge paws.

From top to bottom, it sliced open the centipede's back shell, causing fluids to splash everywhere. The centipede's body twisted and curled in agony, but it heard a roar and its body went stiff, allowing the giant paws with sharp claws to rain down blows on its body and head.

Crack! Crack!