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The purple moon hangs in the sky. Under the billboard at Akihabara Station, a group of five people stood ready and filled with murderous intent. The cruel "Reincarnation Game" is about to begin. This is a camp confrontation mission, and they will fight to the death with another reincarnation team! "Who!" At the entrance of the alley next to the square, a long shadow appeared, dragging on the ground, like a ghost. The five reincarnations immediately entered a fighting state. Tang Huang slowly walked out of the alley carrying the plastic bag from the supermarket. "I forgot to bring my shopping bag today and spent five yen to buy a bag. It was a big loss." He murmured to himself. The five people looked at him doubtfully and warily. Tang Huang glanced at the five people and said: "The potato chips in the supermarket over there are half price. It's a good deal. You can go check it out after you finish your mission." After that, he took a step forward and disappeared, leaving only five messy reincarnations. "What happened just now?" "He left the copy space?" "Impossible! No reincarnator can leave the instance before clearing the level!" The sun is shining brightly. Tang Huang walked in the lively Akihabara Square, having already forgotten the scene just now. He was not forced to become a reincarnation to participate in the "Reincarnation Game". He plays [open world games]. The game version is different!

Presidential Decree: The Federation does not allow the existence of civilian supernatural beings. All level 4 and above psychics are required to serve the Federation. Violators will be killed without mercy! ------ Readership: 618231862

"I bet you've never seen a more abstract story than this!" "Are you sure?" "Of course, this is the most abstract work I have ever read. When I read the introduction, my first reaction was that some great author slept on the keyboard and read the book. He wanted to cross it out. But I saw that it was not the case, and somehow my brain came in. Then I finished reading it..." "That's it. Thank you for liking my work." "What, you are the author!" "Yes, so I can assure you that this is definitely not the most abstract story, because what happened to me is far more bizarre than this..." As Shang Xinle spoke, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table and fed them to the tentacles waiting under the table with their mouths open.