The protracted 'witch hunt' disappeared with the end of the Seven Years' War. The mystery of the East Coast began to disappear, but gunpowder began to rise rapidly.

Mo Qishang, who should have been at a loss, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He looked at the charging knights, the wizards on the tower, and the strange things in the wilderness in astonishment. His clear and unfamiliar... Feeling the sharpness of the long sword and the recoil of the fire gun, he finally shook his robe excitedly and said with a smile -

Don't believe what I say, because I believe it exists!

Death is like the wind, and disaster follows!

When I wear the crown...

Never bow your head!

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Goethe, who traveled across time, was faced with the death of his grandfather from illness, the disappearance of his parents, uncles, aunts and cousins in just one month, his debts were high, and the next one would be his terrible situation... A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, ready to ruin everything.

A virtual underground game that has no protection. Lurking with players who seek power, fortune and survival. Kieran chose to enter this VRMMORPG game without hesitation because he knows this is his only way out from death. Can he escape death in real life or dying via the game?

The darkness in front of me, like an abyss, was trembling.

The scorching heat of blood, like magma on the sulphur river of hell, chooses people to eat.

The intertwining of death and rebirth made Dean vowed to kick all his enemies down the abyss and throw them into hell-let the darkness of the abyss flood them, make them tremble, and let the burst of hell sulfur river swallow them, making They are crushed!

I have brought boundless fear, death, disaster!

My crown is pouring out of blood!

—— Dean Ken

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.