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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 · Du hí
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131 This bullet is reserved for you!

"Where are you going?"

Kuang Xin panted heavily, having chased out of the arena.

Seeing Hans's sleazy figure fleeing through the chaotic crowd, he knew this old geezer was definitely screwing him over again.

A wise man never falls into the same hole twice, and he certainly wouldn't let this old man take any advantage of him ever again.

Hearing the furious shouting not far behind, Hans's steps faltered, and he stopped.

He had seen how that foolish lad had performed earlier in the arena; there was a hint of madness inherent in him, and that wasn't someone to irk seriously.

Besides, the most important point was he hadn't intended to bring a hand gun to the arena today... or even if he had, now it was questionable whether he would dare to use it.

Compared to the foolish lad he first met that day, today's looked exceptionally frightening; the bruises on his face weren't signs of dishevelment but badges of honor for a warrior.

"I... I'm going back to sleep," Hans's voice was weak.