Travel Through the Legendary Private Server and Counterattack to Become the King

Shangguan Fuchen's last memory was the disgusting mixed smell of the all-night area of ​​the Internet cafe - the choking smoke of burning cheap tobacco, the sour smell of overnight noodle soup, and the dusty hot air emitted by countless old computers when they were overloaded. There was a buzzing in my ears, the sound of frantic typing on the keyboard and the angry voices of my teammates.