The Old Game Comes and All the Props Are Inherited?

Name: The Old Game Comes and All the Props Are Inherited?
Author: Spinach Grows In Coriander Field

by Spinach Grows In Coriander Field

ongoing Fantasy Mystical Fantasy Male Lead

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17Kwords7chapters

Latest:

Ch. 7 — 小试牛刀下

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About This Novel

All mankind was suddenly pulled into the Cthulhu version of "infinite terror", and only a few hundred old players laughed out loud - the props in their backpacks could actually be brought out. Wang Wenzhe looked at his 999+ backpack grid, the "divine body fragments" shining with a scarlet light, and then at the novice players and panicked ordinary people who were still fighting for a piece of white equipment. He sighed, feeling that the world was too unfriendly to ordinary people. So, he decided to speed up the process "a little bit". Level cleared? Directly use top-level materials to mutate and hide professions. Mental pollution? Use the spirit-binding umbilical cord as a blindfold to provide physical calm. Teammate? Sorry, on the road of "self-killer", there is only the bone sword in the hand and the eternal aloofness. He couldn't defeat the real gods yet, but in this strange novice village - he calmly pulled out the long sword made from his own bones and said with a smile: "Excuse me, who else is there?"