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Lin Chen traveled through 1980 and activated the equipment system - each time he visited a ruins, he unlocked an equipment slot and gained a set of abilities for each soul he installed. In order to buy equipment, he targeted Hu Yunfeng, a pauper who had just retired from the army.

Lin Mo traveled through time. Traveling to a two-dimensional desert world, he became an eighteenth-tier figure anchor. There are three people in the live broadcast room every day - two robots and one with his own trumpet. He decided to go back to his old business. On the first day, I made a blade and the number of people in the live broadcast room increased to 47. The next day, I made Frostmourne and someone bought it for 5,000 yuan. On the third day, I made a Tang knife and engraved five words - "No trace left in a thousand miles". Then he discovered that all the things he made were used by a secret agency called the "Response Bureau" to kill monsters. The blade he made has killed three alien creatures. The Frostmourne he made had killed a level three alien beast. The Tang Dao he made split open the head of a fourth-level alien beast with one strike. Lin Mo looked at the extra 50,000 yuan in his bank card and fell into deep thought. So who is he now? Figure anchor? Or a savior? Until one day, someone sent him a private message: "We know you are a time traveler. Do you want to know the truth?" Lin Mo looked at the private message, and then at the half-finished Unit 1 on the table-- Fuck.

Lin Mo, a twenty-seven-year-old otaku, wearing pajamas and only one slipper, was forcibly stuffed into the ruins. Here the universe merges, all races fight, and the laws are rewritten by the strong. The first time he woke up, he witnessed the massacre of the city by aliens. Good news: I picked up a chip and awakened my "data analysis eye". The world is full of codes. Bad news: This ability is driven by "emotional value" - and he is a socially indifferent otaku, and his emotional value has been failing all year round. My teammate is a mechanical probability maniac, and he uses the "NPC dialogue tree" to negotiate. The enemy is a bloodthirsty predator who engages in psychological warfare using old game sound effects. He doesn't like killing, but he has a bottom line. He is cold and indifferent to strangers, and he is venomous and funny to a few idiot teammates. Others use their fists to cheat. He uses otaku logic to find bugs. It wasn't until he touched the core of Guixu that he discovered that he was the "son of the observer" who had been reincarnated for one hundred and seventy-three times. Every time, he chooses to be a homebody. Because only by being immersed in virtual achievements can one forget: he could have manipulated reality. On the day the new universe was restarted, before his consciousness dissipated, he hid the "restart key" in an old game clearance video. No one remembers that he existed. Only that seed shimmered slightly in the nebula of the new universe. Like some otaku's last smile.

Travel to the world of pirates and awaken the card drawing system of the tomb robbing universe. Draw the fat man, draw the blind man, draw Chen Wenjin, draw Jie Yuchen, draw the partridge whistle, and draw the flower spirit. Draw hair mound fingers, draw unicorn blood, draw fire ladybugs, draw corpse dragon king, draw golden talisman, draw ghost seal. But the characters drawn out do not have enough combat power and need to be trained. The extracted blood must be nourished if the constitution is not good enough. So, I lived in the East China Sea for three years with a group of people drawn from the world of tomb robbers. Three years later, CP9 came to the door with clues about Guixi. Three years later, the fragments of the bronze door spelled out the coordinates of the final island. Three years later, Luffy just went to sea. And we are ready.

Others travel through One Piece: eat devil fruits and become a landlubber. Lin Yi travels through One Piece: Krypton gold lottery, Sharingan with thunder blade, shadow clone with space ring, and you can also eat the second fruit. Lottery rules: once for ten thousand, ten consecutive times for one hundred thousand. Draw a hundred times - the price has increased, one time for one hundred thousand, ten consecutive times for one million. Devil Fruit Rules: Exchange one for a high-level lottery and get fifty fragments. So Lin Yi started his happy life of making money, drawing draws, becoming stronger, making more money, drawing draws again, and becoming stronger again. Catch pirates, collect bounties, pick up fruits, and exchange abilities. Occasionally I meet that boy wearing a straw hat - that is someone else's protagonist aura. He has his own hang up.

After traveling through time and being a little corpse collector picked up from a mass grave, Chen Mo's daily job is to put make-up on the dead, sew their mouths, and close their eyes. Until one day, he closed his eyes three more times. The dead baby was resurrected, and the river god treated him to a treat. The one who was raised under three thousand corpses had been waiting for him for eight hundred years. Later, someone asked the Great Sage: Where did you learn this skill? Chen Mo thought for a moment: They have to teach you how to collect corpses from dead people.

Theme: Martial Arts·Mortal Style·Gou Dao·Steady Style World view setting: This is the end of martial arts where spiritual energy is drying up. The vitality between heaven and earth is getting thinner day by day, the top skills are ineffective, the natural materials and earthly treasures are extinct, and the channels for martial arts advancement are almost completely monopolized by the aristocratic families. The people at the bottom have been reduced to expendable goods - the government imposes excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, gangs and powerful gangs control the land and become kings. Ordinary people struggle with food and clothing throughout their lives. They are lucky to live past the age of thirty. Martial arts is no longer a way to strengthen the body, but a tool for a few to enslave the majority. In such a world, "living" itself is a kind of practice.

· Serious version: Operator in the demon world, specializing in treating all kinds of weirdos · Sand sculpture version: I traveled to the demon world to work as a customer service, and I persuaded the demons every day not to stew dogs. · Emotional version: Those monsters who call are no different from humans

I was a down-and-out anchor who was expelled from the Archeology Department, until I picked up a bronze fragment in Kunlun Mountain. The moment I touched it, I saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood-a giant bronze door hundreds of feet high standing in the clouds, with a pale hand stretching out from the crack in the door. The live broadcast room exploded: "Anchor, don't move!" "What is that-" "Run!" I didn't run. Because I discovered that I can see the "past life" of every cultural relic. Since then, the style of my live broadcasts has been distorted: appreciating the authentic works of Tang Bohu, and a love letter from four hundred years ago fell out of the painting; exploring the Loulan ancient tomb, the queen predicted that the bronze door will open on the day when the hourglass turns upside down; in the South China Sea shipwreck, the bronze Buddha opened his eyes and said to me - "You are finally here, son of the gatekeeper." Today, I stand in front of the last door. The barrage flooded the screen: "Can you open it?" Behind the door, it was my father's voice: "Lin Yi, don't open the door."

My name is Lin Mu, a coward anchor bound to the fear live broadcast system. Others encounter ghosts: Ah, help! I encountered a ghost: My family members paid close attention to it, and I immediately analyzed the behavior of this ghost. The ghost in the mirror wanted to kill me, so I told it in Level 6 Ghost Language that "The International Convention on Strangeness prohibits live broadcasting of killings." The knocker blocks the door, and I use a hundred thousand viewers to make it "socially suspended." Later, the Dragon State Security Department came to the door and said: "We need you, live broadcast nationwide." Later, I discovered that my system was the only hope in the world that could swallow weird things in reverse. Until one day, I stood in front of the biggest door, and a barrage asked me: Anchor, can you survive this time? I laughed: Family members, the rocket is in place, and God will kill it for you to see.

In Dachang City, a parallel world three years before "Mysterious Resurrection" arrived, 26-year-old programmer Lin Feng died suddenly due to continuous overtime work and accidentally traveled here. He found himself in a reality where a supernatural crisis broke out earlier than in the original work: gold cannot restrain all ghosts, the puzzle theory has not yet been revealed, and "Yang Jian", the protagonist who could have reversed the situation, never existed. Let's see how the protagonist Lin Feng awakens [Li Gui Compilation System] and saves the world again