Heaven, Hell, Valoran, Faerûn, Star, Warcraft, Zombies, Arad.
These were once real worlds of flesh and blood, but now they have been attacked by players and made into copies of eternal reincarnation...
For those who come after you to play.
The players smiled proudly, this was an invasion of virtuality against reality, the known against the unknown.
With their efforts, sooner or later, the entire multiverse will become a real game.
But one player didn't think so.
"What, lone wolf players cannot form a team. All dungeons and wasteland reclamation missions are single and single camp modes! The difficulty has been greatly increased! Isn't this an orphan!"
"What! There are rewards for hunting players, and you can also drag the prey into my mission world! Wait a minute, I will contact a few customers, hey, do you want to hire a killer? 10% Off when the new store opens, place an order once and have no worries for life!"
Su Muzhe was sitting on a mountain of corpses piled up by players. In front of him was the mission world that had been devastated by him, with the title of Lone Wolf shining brightly above his head.
He counted the prey chests one by one and couldn't help but lick his lips.
"For the next mission, let's bring in a few more guilds to kill..."
PS: Unlimited data flow, this book is also known as, "Self-cultivation of Killer Players", "Player Hunters", "I Just Like to Poke My Own People", "I Want to Fight Ten... Guilds!"
Ps: unlimited data flow, the infinite journey of the psychotic killer.
