The fourth day of disaster, doomsday survival, online games, cards, science fiction apocalypse, villains, villains
In the game, I am the final boss, the Fallen Moon God, who all players in the server want to eat alive.
In reality, I am a wealthy plutocrat with a net worth of one trillion yuan, who casually sponsors the military's five billion military expenditures.
The game changes and the channel is locked.
Only players killed by me can escape the fate of brain death and survive.
So, with the highest authority of the general planner, I pretended to be a newbie, issued poisons, caused bugs, and sent all the players on the server into hell.
They called me despicable and shameless, and the entire network gathered 30,000 people to crush me to ashes.
Until the two worlds merge, the end of the world comes, and the real world is torn apart by monsters.
Those max-level bosses who were chasing me in the game were waiting for death in despair in the ruins of reality.
But he saw me stepping on the bones of gods all over the ground, with a heavily armed torrent of steel standing behind me.
Looking at this group of stunned players, I pushed up my glasses:
"Savior? No, I'm just a capitalist who abides by the law."
"Now, are you ready for your forced bankruptcy liquidation?"
