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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 · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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109 I allow it

The rat swarm seemed to be following some command, interlinking at the end of the corridor near a pipe opening, weaving together a net resembling a spider's web made of rats.

Bai E's gaze pierced through the encirclement of rats, making out a faint figure above which floated a line of text only he could see—

[???(Human) (Demon Believer) — Using "Lucky Strike" to kill can drop: Definitely (Fresh Meat*900, Battle Experience 1000 points, Favor: Father's Love); Possibly (Expertise: Digging Whiz)]

"..."

How strange…

Facing the pressure of being assaulted from three directions at once, the boy's last line of defense was finally breached.

"Why!" The voice was piercing, like a cuckoo bleeding, "Why can't you give me a way out! What's wrong with wanting to live! My sister..."

The boy, biting his teeth until his gums bled, ultimately succumbed to the urge to vent his despair.