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Wang Chuan returned from rebirth and used his unique information to steal a paradise at the beginning of the fairy dust world. He wandered around the market, using Dongtian as his foundation and his official position as a cover, running a workshop, buying and selling, and smuggling. Lead the Chinese remnants to use their racial talents to develop organ skills, carry out infrastructure construction, breed and farm, and cultivate witchcraft in the fairy world. When the time was right, he held high the flag of rebellion, used mechas and cannons to measure the land, and used the sky survey fleet to divide the sky.

A game that survives a server shutdown. A powerful NPC is aware of the existence of reality and intends to open a connection between the game world and reality. A game: It lost control the moment it was launched. Even the game developers didn't know in which direction it was evolving and tried their best to conceal it. Reality: Ignorant players think they are playing a game. But what is the truth... My name is Yan Xing, and I have become the Lord of Death inexplicably. We must also lead the remaining undead souls in the apocalypse on the road to conquer the stars and the sea. I use alchemy to build unparalleled battleships, arm the undead army with steel, and examine all living beings in reality with the eyes of true sight. The shadow of death spreads in the world of reality, games and fantasy.

"Devils never hesitate to share their power. They know that most people will give up their souls for power." Gears drove machinery, sending the world into the industrial revolution. The old-style associations still guard the glory of the old calendar. Demons reveled in sacrifice after sacrifice. The mystics struggle with endless desires. In the collision of new and old, there are bloody sparks. Some people kill for personal gain. Some people devote themselves to their ideals. It was the best of times, a feast for humans and demons alike. Guardian of the Blood River, Scorched Hounds, Sworn Thugs, Abyssal Inferno, Ironsmiths' Order The angry demons once again gathered under the throne. Kneel down to welcome the return of the tyrant!