Two hundred years ago, the world was integrated with the game in a sudden change, and entered the era of universal job transfer. Everyone became a player in this game. White Night is no exception.
One hundred and sixty-three years ago, Bai Ye established tens of millions of laws to prevent the world from being invaded by aliens.
Now, beneath the surface of peace. As the strongest level 100 player [Creator], Bai Ye was plotted to death, but in the end he transferred his soul to his spare body.
For the sake of mankind, and for the people he cares about, he started as a small [craftsman] and returned to the top with his authority and experience as a level 100 player.
"What, he is just a level 10 craftsman, how can he create a level 30 weapon?"
Bai Ye said: "Well... I said it's because I'm studious. Do you believe it?"
"How can he, a level 10 craftsman, pass a level 30 dungeon?"
Bai Ye said: "Luck, luck, everything in the copy is fake, not real."
"He is less than level 30. How can he possibly open the treasure chest left by the [Creator] for the descendants of level 90?"
Bai Ye said: "Is it strange that I have the key to my own box?"
