I'm Not the Bean Emperor, It's All the Fault of Copying.

[Copy attributes + gun repair + develop slowly + keep cool + moderately funny + the further you go, the more fun you get] This is the world of plants and zombies, but please don't think of it as the world of plants vs. Zombies. In this world, attributes are your weapons and race is your trump card. When you have both, you will have the opportunity to hit the top of the world - the throne. On the throne of the emperor, you will have wealth, fame, beauty, everything you want, and even the opportunity to escape from heaven. The cold moonlight shone on the leaves like a layer of white frost. This handsome young man leaned lightly on the tree trunk, stretched out his hand to face the full moon in the sky, and stared at his palm with a pair of red phoenix eyes. Douwan shook hands, imagining that the moonlight on his hands was the spiritual power he had longed for, but he knew that this was obviously not the case, and he couldn't even deceive himself. Dou Wan sighed heavily, his tall figure also a little decadent. "Sir, you really don't give me anything!" Douwan roared helplessly, his voice echoing slightly in the empty valley. "Do you want attributes?" An ethereal voice sounded in Douwan's mind. Dou Wanbie was frightened by the sudden sound, and then jumped up and cried bitterly: "Ma De, you have figured it out, I have been waiting for you for 12 years!"