Travel to a world where everyone changes jobs, where the world and the game are integrated.
Monsters are ravaging the entire world, and there are countless secret realms and copies.
A pair of invisible hands is enveloping the world.
When Chu Ge changed jobs at the age of eighteen, he awakened Undertaker and activated the system.
And obtained a cemetery.
Buried in the cemetery are the great emperor of the human race, the king of the demon race, and the sword immortal of the human race...
As long as you bury someone, you can get certain inheritance rewards.
Human Sword Immortal Li Taibai: Carry forward my inheritance!
The Great Emperor of the Human Race: The world is full of ants!
King of the Monster Race: In front of me, everyone sitting here is rubbish!
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Until the mysterious mission came, powerful monsters and the leaders behind the scenes appeared one after another. Chu Ge carried a shovel and said to them with a smile: "Do you need to come in and stay?"
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After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, bowed my head deeply, silently turned off my phone, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Sprite, held it tightly in my hand, and slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my current mood, heavy, very heavy, gradually Gradually, it started to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know whether it was me crying or the rain was getting heavier. It might be both. My mood became even more melancholy. I could no longer suppress the emotions in my heart. I opened the window and shouted to the outside: Who am I looking down on in just a few chapters?
The mourner in my mind can only let your stubbornness rest in peace. It is the person who can make your undead souls in a foreign land rest in peace. It is the person who can carry the shovel upstream. It is the person who can make the heroic souls return home and be lonely.
After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, bowed my head deeply, silently turned off my phone, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Sprite, held it tightly in my hand, and slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my current mood, heavy, very heavy, gradually Gradually, it started to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know whether it was me crying or the rain was getting heavier. It might be both. My mood became even more melancholy. I could no longer suppress the emotions in my heart. I opened the window and shouted to the outside: Who am I looking down on in just a few chapters?
The mourner in my mind can only let your stubbornness rest in peace. It is the person who can make your undead souls in a foreign land rest in peace. It is the person who can carry the shovel upstream. It is the person who can make the heroic souls return home and be lonely.