Ye Mu returns to a week before the official launch of Myriad Races, bringing with him the rewards he earned in his previous life.
This is a game where players evolve step by step, from single-celled organisms into powerful life-forms.
While other players are still struggling to hatch, Ye Mu has already obtained a god-tier evolution template: Deathwing!
While others are still fighting ants and bugs to gain experience and level up, Ye Mu has already evolved several times and become a black dragon soaring through the heavens!
By the time everyone else finally completes their first evolution, Ye Mu has already become a legend of the continent. Wherever he goes, disaster follows like a shadow!
All life among the myriad races trembles in fear of him!
Years later, when the game descends upon reality, Ye Mu has already become an even more powerful and perfect Deathwing, ruling the dragon race and towering above all living beings and myriad races. Even gods are nothing but ants in his eyes!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
No one complained about this introduction? Evolution from a single cell? When you enter, you will see a dragon, which is also called a single cell...
The little author, who is not updating the article, holds up his two ears, cuts the arteries and veins, and remains motionless, so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update his articles, inserts needles to destroy his brain and hangs him up. He sticks hydrochloric acid on his belly, and he crawls around so cutely. The young author, who doesn't update his articles, is locked up in a cage and given electric shocks after hanging his tail. It's so cute to feel sad and depressed. The young author, without updating the article, pinched the left and right breasts, cut open the thorax and performed a laparotomy, the blood was so cute. The young author, who did not update the article, was injected with anesthesia and tied up, and his cecum was cut and sewn up. His eyes were dull and so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update the article, digs out his eyes and lifts them up, cuts off his bladder and cerebellum, and his dying struggle is so cute. The young author, who did not update his articles, tied his hands and feet and hung them up, using leather whips, candles, and electric batons, and he screamed so cutely.
The standard for dragons here is the big lizard in the West.
This is not a dragon, this is a lizard
The author doesn't need a monthly pass, as long as you want it I will send it to you right away
I've given you the monthly ticket for flowers. Come on.