Everyone Gets a World, Mine Is a Troop-Production World

Ordinary people write: I put the battery in the flashlight. The normal author's writing: I stuffed two AA batteries into the somewhat worn flashlight. The Water God writes: Now, I have an old-fashioned flashlight in my hand. Holding it, I felt uneasy. I looked at it and found that, like other old-fashioned flashlights, it had a cover on the hip that could be opened by rotating. When I opened the lid, as I expected, I was speechless when I saw that it was empty inside. My brows furrowed tightly, and the feeling of wanting to commit suicide by throwing myself into a lake hit me from all directions. Because I was faced with a difficult choice - go downstairs and buy two batteries, or find two batteries at home. There is no trouble in life. Although it is daytime and I haven't had breakfast yet, as an old-fashioned flashlight, it does not have two AA batteries in it, which is very, very unreasonable.

The most powerful ones in the violent troop style seem to be the Zerg, omnics, and undead, right?? The violent soldiers of other races are not comparable to these.

There is also a son. With all due respect, I cannot replace this kind of pig's feet. Let's go back at 7 o'clock.

The protagonist is 90 years old. He proposed to his wife 50 years ago. His son and daughter are only 20 years old. It's okay, awesome.

Don't you understand the level of combat power, and the fact that the whole story is about war, so there is no need for cultivation?

I can't understand it a bit, forget it, maybe I don't know how to appreciate it, so I'll look for other books to read.

When the protagonist died, his 90-year-old son was only a 23-year-old man.

My son is 23 years old. Author, I suggest you change your age, or I will almost die

Aren't those in the abyss demons? Those in the underworld are skeletons

Just look at the introduction and you'll know, millions of skeleton soldiers!? Tai*ma is so angry. I'm still shocked by the billions