"Human beings are only worthy of being the lowest form of nourishment!" In the live broadcast room of Ten Thousand Races Gambling, the alien race trampled the heads of human players under their feet, and all mankind burst into tears in front of the screen. Five consecutive natural disasters have pushed the earth to a desperate situation.
Until the sixth game, Fang Xu, wearing flip-flops, yawned and walked into the opposite casino. All civilizations are watching the joke and are preparing to witness the swan song of mankind. However, when the plug-in named [Destiny Compiler] was started——
The arrogant Yuanhuo army was burned to ashes by his own magic; the superior crystal brain mecha was forcibly rewritten into scrap metal. Fang Xu stepped on the chest of the alien champion and spoke coldly to the live broadcast camera in the universe:
"I have memorized all the face-hopping and taunting barrage. Everyone, are you ready for the reckoning?"
