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"Mr. Zhang E, do you admit that you are delivering weapons to both warring parties at the same time?" "What are you talking about? Those are legal and compliant outdoor equipment, genuine civilian products!" "You call optical camouflage, AI drones, and individual soldier exoskeletons civilian products?" "Hmm... Why doesn't it count?" "Then what's going on with these intelligently tracked ammunition?" "Sir, you know, hunting can be considered an outdoor sport..." Facing the cordial greetings from all over the world, Zhang E, chairman of Jushen Company, will definitely think of the afternoon when he was killed by a Yankee with a nuclear bomb and then reborn. "Let me say it one last time, our giant outdoor is a sports brand focusing on outdoor equipment, and it is definitely not an arms dealer!" "Then how do you explain these hover tanks and space fighters with the Titan logo printed on them?" "What does the products of our subsidiary Jushen Heavy Industry have to do with our Jushen Outdoors?"

Dark Dungeon+Battle+Extraordinary Background Hamlet, a border town of the empire, a place where evil is rampant, or a land full of opportunities. People have just emerged from the shadow of world war, but due to chaos and poverty, they have become adventurers, rushing into monsters and mysterious dungeons one after another - for no other reason than wealth, desire and dreams. And among these various adventurers, there is a brave man. He has [Synesthesia], and with the eagle and wolf made of steel around him, he can see all dangers. He mastered [Killing Magic], which was far more efficient than the most elite magic brigade in the empire. The black metal staff and the porcelain white energy-charging magic device killed millions of evil spirits. He imparted [Wisdom Grace], allowing adventurers to create sharper swords, stronger armor, and no longer fear disease and infection. "I'm just a special soldier from the 21st century. My enemies are cultists, demons, demigods, and even gods themselves." "But it doesn't matter. After all, we don't believe in God." Shen Yuan said this.

Gotham, the village of fools, the city of sin. There seems to be no such thing as justice in the always cloudy sky. Arrogant associations, greedy capital, and lunatics who purely enjoy crime. Perhaps it was a trick of fate that brought him to this city. Konrad Curze, the Midnight Haunter and the Lord of the Eighth Legion, was swept here by the torrent of subspace. "The pain of death is nothing compared to the torture of injustice." He will cleanse away sins and clarify Yuyu.