Nangong Long sat on the chair at the highest point in the hall, tapping the armrest with his fingers. It has been twelve years. Counting from the day he traveled through time, he has been in this game for twelve full years. The system gave an orphan status and left a start-up fee and then he stopped talking. No matter how much he called, there was no response. This crappy game is called the Ruler of Death, and everyone calls him the Bone King. Who wants to be a skeleton? But there is no other way. If you want to travel to another world, you must first play this game thoroughly. Since that day, he has been playing the game day and night, completing dungeons and collecting materials to participate in activities, repeating it every day. Later, his teammates left one after another, and Nangonglong was still sitting on the chair.
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