Bring your own game board and travel to a world of plausibility.

But the game I play is a text hang-up game! What happened to this monster that came from its mouth?

Fortunately, on-hook games also have their own advantages. Everything is based on data, which affects the real world. Although it is nonsense, it is really delicious!

The humble author opens a new book, please support!

The end will come, all things will collapse, and human civilization will disappear.

In the dormant cabin, Wutong listened to Eden’s songs and wondered what he was thinking.

As one of the few remaining fusion warriors of the Moth Chasing Fire, he can barely survive into the next era of civilization.

less.

“Prometheus?”

“I’m here.” replied with a little girlish electronic voice.

“time.”

“Everything goes to sleep and will start in a minute.”

Indus is relatively sensitive to time.

He reached out to turn off the music and entered the password.

Eden’s singing came to an abrupt end.

The most representative voice of nature in this old era has disappeared and will not be heard in the future.

Wutong found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

“Good night, Prometheus.”

“Good night, Mr. Wutong.”

The dormant capsule slowly descends, the old world collapses, and a new world will eventually be born.

At the age of 25, the company went bankrupt and I was homeless and stayed at home for six months.

Question: Is there still hope to achieve financial freedom and win beauty?

A: Go to the dungeon, it has everything you could hope for.

When Yuan Zhi met Song Jiyun for the first time, Song Jiyun was conspiring with her brother-in-law to take over the family business;

When Yuan Zhi met Song Jiyun for the second time, Song Jiyun was planting and framing others with her breast brother;

When Yuanzhi met Song Jiyun for the third time, Song Jiyun’s breast brother was no longer by her side, but she was winking at his good brother…

Scholars can bear it, but he can’t bear it. Yuan Zhi decided… to feed the tiger with his body, and took Song Jiyun, a demon girl!

"Well, just make do with it..."

Feng Ling was reborn in an old body in the Ghost Continent. This old man was very powerful in his lifetime, but Feng Ling was in tears. Fortunately, he had the art of splitting himself into two bodies... It doesn't matter if he is old or sarcastic!

"Ningshuang, wait for me! Yuqing, follow me!"

A white skirt fluttered in the distance as an elderly man kicked away the bruised and battered pretty boy and walked away calmly. A woman in green lingered to finish off the opponent, winking and saying, "Young man, don't look down on the elderly!"

PS: A general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless lives; in the end, everything seems like a dream. Immortals and demons, who is right and who is wrong? I have no intention of killing anyone, but the human heart is treacherous, even more sinister than demons and monsters. All living beings suffer, and it is up to me to save the world...

(Written in detail in the early stage, calmly farming; written briefly in the later stage, stirring up the storm)

Originally a small clerk, I stumbled upon an immortal transcending a tribulation, and was dragged back to the Warring States Period. To survive, I resorted to modern technology, experiencing major historical events. It's impossible to revisit the original history, but to adhere to the records in the history books, I deliberately concealed many things. A chance encounter with a secret manual gradually transformed me into a cultivator. Over the course of millennia, I encountered beauties of all kinds, but without a breakthrough in my cultivation, I vanished into the dust of history...