The apocalypse is coming, and others are panicking. Wang Chuan takes out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket - there is no signal, no network, only the image of the demon Phoenix falling to the ground on the screen.
Twenty years of gaming experience have all been invested in this BOSS.
Is it worth it?
After killing the first spider, he awakened his dual talents.
The moment he obtained the mythical space ability, he knew it was worth it.
Supplies? The entire street of military stores was emptied.
Equipment? Forge your own iron, a full set of fine steel fish scale armor +5.
Teammate? A tough guy with a broken arm, a talkative shooter, a physics teacher, a data analysis geek... Ten cores, four hundred teams.
Enemy? Zhao Dezhu led a thousand troops to the city. Wang Chuan opened the city gate and 300 men faced him head-on.
"What if they beg for mercy?" "Kill."
"What if they escape?" "Kill."
It's not that he is cold-blooded, it's that the end of the world has taught him one thing: being kind to the jackal is cruel to his teammates.
Build cities, develop, explode equipment, and kill BOSS by leapfrogging.
While other bases were still wearing leather armor and picking up trash, Iron Wall City was already self-sufficient, with warehouses full of food and equipment armed to the teeth.
Zhao Dezhu ran away. With a radius of one hundred kilometers and more than forty bases, Iron Wall City is the largest.
Wang Chuan stood on the city wall, overlooking the city that belonged to him, and thought of the fallen BOSS on his mobile phone.
"Games invade reality? Then I will be the oldest player in the world."
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