The global online game "Myriad Worlds" has stopped serving, and its gaming abilities have awakened in reality.
Others had to report to the country every time they awakened the fireball technique, but I looked at the [Chaos Golden Pill] in my body and the dimensional warehouse filled with artifacts in my consciousness, and decided to keep a low profile for now.
Until the official came to the door and said that I was an immortal-level human strategic weapon.
Until the final BOSS in the game tore apart reality and roared in front of me: "Hand over the key..."
Until my NPC Taoist companion whose data was supposed to disappear left a blood and tear warning in the ancient scroll: "Run away, don't open the door."
I sighed and pulled out the long sword named [Foundation of Chaos].
——It turns out that what I inherited was not an account, but the last spark of civilization.
