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Satellites Are Directly Connected to the Brain, and Zeya Replaces Thinking
In the first second of time traveling, a space-time artificial satellite locked onto my brain. Two trillion calculations per second, directly feeding neurons. The trajectory of the enemy mecha? You can see it clearly, no different from slow playback. Twelve G overload maneuver? Zeya figured out for me how each muscle fiber should contract. [Zeya Tips: There are 411 enemy units on the current battlefield, and the available propellant is 12%. It is recommended to use inertial drift + pedaling with
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Let You Be the God of Life, You Have Greened the Underworld
Pope Sage has lived for almost three hundred years. What storms and waves has he not seen? But he swore that he had never seen a train that could fly in the sky and had a front end like rabbit ears. Not only did the train ignore the barrier he had set against the Pope, it also landed accurately in front of Manigault, who was about to accept his disciple. There was an unknown furry creature hopping in the car window and shouting "Pay attention to the safety handkerchief", and then a three-year-ol
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I Open 00 to Correct the Seed
On April 1, C. E. 70, In the colonial satellite Heliopolis, Ji Qianye woke up from a hangover-like chaos. Before he could digest the memory of his fellow gods, the soft touch in his arms and the fragrant breeze turned him completely to stone - the galactic fairy of Macross, Sherry Nomu, was sleeping soundly on his arm! "The compensation has been distributed. I wish you a happy life in the C. E. Era." The god's final message dissipated in his mind. Ji Qianye looked at his living wife in front of
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The Director Picked up a Son from the Crater
On March 17, 2000, a white light split the night sky over the Guandong Plain. United Nations Chief of Staff Sawai Soichiro rushed to the crash site and picked up his son in the two-hundred-meter-wide crater. The white carapace shattered, the monster larvae turned into a human baby, and its golden eyes looked at the world for the first time. Sawai did not send him to the laboratory, but registered him as a registered permanent resident. [Photon purity: 300% of the theoretical limit] [Energy band:
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Start with a Flash of Ibrahimovic and Give You a Divine Plan?
After traveling through the Pokémon world for ten years and shoveling sheep manure for 3,650 days, Sun Simiao finally waited until the eve of school. Dad paid a huge price for a shiny Ibrahimovic egg. With silver-white fur and ice-blue eyes, he is one of a kind. But there was an extra egg in the express box. Black. Cold. No heartbeat. The eggshell feels like metal. During incubation, there was no light, no sound, and all monitor screens were black. Then a black ball hit him on the head. He looke
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If You Just Want to Fish, Twist the Eggs to Create an Industrial Revolution
The Dahuang Dynasty was in turmoil, with many clans inside and prairie cavalry outside. Ji Jingyang looked at the [two-dimensional figures] and [future technology] twisted out of his hands and fell into deep thought. Since I can't go back, let's change Dahuang to what I like! Infrastructure starts: [Telescope] + [Hot Air Balloon] → Create an ancient version of the air force, with a God's perspective on the battlefield x100%! Modern Medicine+Penicillin→ Plague? That's my reputation-boosting baby!
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That Green Planet
As soon as he crossed over, he faced the beginning of hell. His wife was frail and frail, and he was a run-down nobleman who was heavily in debt and couldn't even pay for next month's bread! In despair, a divine investor descended from the sky and activated my golden finger [Dream Space]! I thought it was just an absolutely safe "secret room", but with a slip of my hand, I actually forced the "agents" of other gods in! Looking at the wary future bosses in front of me, I could only bite the bu
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Help! My Shelter Is Full of Otherworldly Conspicuous Bags
My apparent identity: Prince of the Kingdom of Stars, the last hope for the fate of humankind. My actual identity: A GM who was tortured by players to the point of having a stomachache and just wanted to get off work. My golden fingers: a group of players from another world, also known as the "Conspicuous Pack Army". I need to explore the terrain. I posted the task. The player confidently said to the aborigines: "What's going on? We are professionals!" As a result, the aboriginal people made up
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