Jiang Hongyan once aspired to dominate all popular online games on the market, but he never imagined that he would just click on a new game, spend money to buy a few treasure chests, and be transported through time.
A parallel world.
Here, the first holographic teleportation online game has officially started its public beta.
This game is called World.
A brand new world, start your second life!
Just as people in the real world were swarming into the game, no one knew that a game master with 9999999 treasure boxes quietly entered the world.
While others were still killing wild boars with wooden sticks, Jiang Hongyan had already jumped to the next level to challenge the vampire zombies.
While others were still using the game coins earned from hard-earned missions to save money and take the game "bus", Jiang Hongyan had already ridden a high-headed horse.
No 998, no 98, no 9...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Floating by, burning paper, lighting wax, adding incense, no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, flogging corpses, no temper; setting fires, burning corpses, filing bones, raising ashes, Try again, set up the table, draw talismans, perform martial arts, thunder, kill corpses, magic bells, wooden swords, villains, recite incantations, summon the soul again, shed tears, cry bitterly, wail, beat the ground... The author is dead, and the poor man has no way to save himself.
Floating by, burning paper, lighting wax, adding incense, no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, flogging corpses, no temper; setting fires, burning corpses, filing bones, raising ashes, Try again, set up the table, draw talismans, perform martial arts, thunder, kill corpses, magic bells, wooden swords, villains, recite incantations, summon the soul again, shed tears, cry bitterly, wail, beat the ground... The author is dead, and the poor man has no way to save himself.