[Online game writing, rebirth, unlocking restricted entries, integrating reality, data flow]
Xiao Qingchen returned from rebirth and awakened his talents at the beginning:
[Each A-level hit will permanently increase the upper limit of health by 1].
Increases up to 10% of the upper limit of one's own health bar.
Cleared when offline,
Defeated and cleared,
The three restrictions directly sentenced this talent to death.
But the Mobius snake ring on his finger just popped up:
Restriction detected... Remove?
Since then, the talent rating has soared from D to SS.
Ding! Hit level A, the upper limit of health +1!
Ding! Hit level A, the upper limit of health +1!
Ding! Hit level A, the upper limit of health +1!
He transferred to the most unpopular Sword Master. Sword Master's damage was so bad that no one played it.
But every hit made by the sword master's flying sword was a flat A.
One sword stacks up a little blood, ten swords stack up ten points of blood, ten thousand swords stack up...
A round of volley, and 10,000 blood points were recorded...
Where are the 100 million flying swords?
What about trillions?
The more someone beats him, the more disabled he becomes. The more he beats him, the weaker he becomes.
Many years later.
The world boss knelt in front of him:
"I've beaten you for three days and three nights, why haven't you lost any blood yet?"
Xiao Qingchen lowered his head and glanced at the endless blood bar:
"Everyone is so good and they know how to play the mechanics!"
"Unlike me, I just know how to pile up values!"
Reader comments
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The imitation of scenery is subtle and full of artistic conception.
The diction is elegant and harmonious with emotion and reason;
The plot has twists and turns and the thread is well organized.
Open the book to indulge in intoxication, cover it to reverie,
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