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After clearing the doomsday game, Yang Feibai discovered that all his team members had traveled to a technologically advanced doomsday world, and only he stayed in the real world to provide logistical support. Yang Feibai: "Teammates, come on and open up wasteland! You can come to me to exchange the brains, robots, machine tools, nuclear submarines, satellites, rockets you picked up for a bucket of instant noodles and a piece of ham!" Teammate: "Shameless old thief!" Yang Feibai: "I am doing this for your own good. Only when I become a technology tycoon can I have money to give you extra food!"

Why can a time-travel protagonist always inherit the memories of his predecessors and start a new life without any obstacles? Why is it that everyone wakes up well in bed after time travel, and there is a sister (sister, maid) next to her who said with snot and tears: "Great! You finally woke up!" What if the protagonist discovers that he has been kidnapped just after traveling through time, and a few perverted witches are wielding whips? "You want to recruit or not!" The protagonist looked confused: "Sister, who are you?" "Stay tough! I want to see if it's your mouth that's tough or my whip that's tough!" This is how the wonderful time travel life begins. ------------- The plot flows, and the spoofs are the spice.

I am a monster, I am a monster that can stop time, I am a monster that can stop time or even go backwards. None of that matters, there's more to my identity than that. I even think that that is the most interesting and emotional thing in life - I am the director of a neighborhood committee in a human society... Hey, that's why my peers call me: He Anyi who can't bear to look back.

Extraordinary beings broke the silence of the world, and the technological tree turned a corner. As humans seek the path of evolution in the darkness, I become their pioneer. This is the game process of a player playing with the world. Small world, endless fun.

Playing with things will make you lose your ambition, but playing with treasures will bring you success. An unknown antique vendor will eventually become a great master. In the world of antiques, history has never lost its voice. Unpredictable intrigues, chaotic undercurrents, and huge profits make people's hearts lose their balance. There is a group that advocates genuine copies: 433316878.