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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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369 Chs

195 Delving Deep into the Cavern

[... Progress 85/300.]

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[... Progress 143/300.]

In the dead of night, a figure reeking of blood roamed alone through the Black Forest. The thick scent of blood carried far on the wind, drawing wolf packs without the need for him to seek them out actively. Their numbers steadily increased.

[... Progress 229/300.]

[Successful close-quarters attack rendered the target incapable of moving, Combat Mastery Experience +21.] (Accumulated)

[Successfully struck vital points on the target, Light Weapon Mastery Experience +18.] (Accumulated)

But the experience points were diminishing.

"Hurrhurr~"

Perhaps the scent of their own kind's blood alerted the newly arrived wolves to danger, and this batch didn't attack directly.

With one leg stretched out and one bent at the knee, Bai E sat on a fallen dry log, the cloth that covered his eyes never once removed. At the approach of another wolf pack, he merely twitched his ears.

One... two... three...