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Heaven, Hell, Valoran, Faerun, StarCraft, Warcraft, Zombies, Arad.
These were once real worlds filled with flesh and blood, but now they have been conquered by players and turned into replicas of eternal reincarnation...
For later visitors to play.
The players smiled triumphantly. This was an invasion of virtual into reality, of the known into the unknown.
Thanks to their efforts, sooner or later, the entire multiverse will become a real game.
But one player didn't think so.
"What? Lone wolf players can't team up. All dungeons and pioneering missions are single-player and single-faction modes! The difficulty has been significantly increased! Isn't this an orphan?"
"What? Hunting players gets me rewards, and I can even drag them into my quest world! Wait a minute, I'm contacting a few clients. Hey, are you looking for a killer? New store openings get a 99% discount, place an order and you'll be worry-free forever!"
Su Muzhe sat on a pile of corpses made of players' bodies. In front of him was the mission world that he had devastated. The silver title of Lone Wolf on his head lit up high.
He counted the treasure chests of prey one by one and couldn't help licking his lips.
"For the next mission, let's get a few more guilds in to kill them..."
PS: Data is unlimited, this book is also known as "Self-cultivation of Killer Players", "Player Hunter", "I Just Like to Stab My Own People", "I Want to Fight Ten...Guilds!"
ps: Infinite flow of data, the infinite journey of the psychopathic killer.