[Unlimited streaming + dark growth heroine + micro group portrait + male protagonist's third copy appearance]
The world has fallen, and the Ember City has fallen.
This is an endless death game, and every copy is a carefully designed meat grinder.
Chu Lian was supposed to be the most ordinary player among them. No, maybe he was not even qualified to become an official player.
I'm twenty-two years old, I just graduated, and I haven't found a job yet. On the first day after being dragged into the dungeon, he almost died at the claws of the infected.
Until she pulled out the knife in the first copy.
——Black gauze holding the moon, a relic of the murderer.
It gives her the power to crush everything, at the cost of taking away her fears and all her weaknesses as a "person."
From now on, she won't be afraid anymore.
Not afraid of the curse of fanatics, not afraid of the bones under the throne, not afraid of the evil things behind the Buddhist altar, not afraid of the gaze of the abyss at the bottom of the cruise ship.
Some said she was crazy, while others knelt down and begged her for shelter.
But she just silently drew her sword until she broke through all the rules.
