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 The mist that suddenly appeared thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
 The middle-aged patrolman driving had to turn up the brightness of the lantern. At the same time, he also lit another spare lantern, but it was still useless. The thick fog made him completely unable to see the road ahead.
 The originally fast carriage slowed down suddenly.
 Fortunately, it has reached the intersection of Guta Street.
 It is not far from No. 1 Guta Street.
 The middle-aged patrolman continued to drive the carriage carefully, but something went wrong.
 Sigh!
 Amidst the neighing of a horse, the car shook for a while and then came to a complete stop.
 The middle-aged patrolman driving the car immediately carried a lantern, jumped off his seat and went to check the horse.
 "Tuck, what's wrong?"
 Inside the carriage, Swart's voice came.
 "Sergeant, the fog was so thick that I didn't notice a hollow in the ground, and the horse hurt its hoof."
 "We can only walk."
 After the inspection, the middle-aged patrolman straightened up and said helplessly into the carriage.
 After finishing speaking, the middle-aged patrolman was about to walk over to illuminate Swart. Even though there was a lantern hanging on the carriage, how could the middle-aged patrolman slack off on such a thing that could win Swart's favor.
 Of course, he hoped that Swart would forget the "little thing" that the horse hurt his hoof because of his hospitality.
 Even if there is a high probability that the horse will be sent to the butcher shop.
 Thinking about how to make himself appear innocent, the middle-aged patrolman didn't notice what was behind him at all. Just as he took a step, a big hand stretched out from the fog behind him and covered it His mouth, and then, a dagger skimmed his neck.
 The middle-aged patrolman who was struggling instinctively trembled, his eyes quickly lost their brilliance.
 Then, when the attacker gently placed it on the ground, it was completely out of breath.
 The assailant, who was stained with a lot of blood, didn't care, and just walked towards the carriage openly.
 With the cover of fog, he was sure that the people inside could not see his face clearly, let alone the bloodstains.
 Then, waiting for the door to open, he pounced.
 Just leave the target with a small life.
 leftover?
 Naturally, kill them all.
 Such a task is too simple for him.
 Counting this order, he has done it four times.
 Completely at home.
 As for the so-called 'police identity'?
 He doesn't care at all.
 "Damn it!"
 Hearing the subordinate's answer, Swart cursed in a low voice. The sheriff's face was very ugly, and he didn't mind walking, even though he only asked the shoemaker to maintain the leather shoes for 'free' in the afternoon.
 At this moment, the sheriff's heart is full of anxiety!
 Swart is very clear that any normal thing on weekdays will be abnormal and fatal when the adult intervenes.
 call! call!
 He took two deep breaths, adjusted his emotions, and then turned his head at one of his subordinates to signal him to get out of the car first.
 The subordinate obviously sensed something was wrong, but faced with Swart's order, he didn't dare to resist at all.
 The patrolman raised his hand and pushed towards the car door.
 However, it was stopped by Goethe.
 Unknowingly when the handcuffs were released, Goethe raised his right hand, raised his index finger and gestured a silence gesture in front of his lips, then grabbed the revolver from Swart's waist, and shot straight through the carriage door.
 Bang, bang, bang!
 Three shots in a row.
 The sound of a body falling to the ground came from outside the carriage.
 "Are you crazy?"
 Swart exclaimed.
 The sheriff thought that Goethe had shot his subordinate who was driving.
 But Goethe ignored him at all, kicked the car door, and threw his windbreaker out.
 immediately--
 bang bang bang!
 In the dense fog, gunshots erupted suddenly.
 The windbreaker that was just thrown out was swayed left and right by the impact of the bullets in the air, like a bat being rolled up in the strong wind at night, and when the windbreaker fell to the ground, it was already in tatters.
 Swart and the other two subordinates in the carriage shrank their necks in fright.
 Almost subconsciously, Swart turned to ask Goethe what to do.
 But when he turned his head, the police chief suddenly realized that Goethe, who was still beside him just now, had disappeared.
 At the same time, the door on the other side of the carriage was also opened quietly.
 Obviously, Goethe got off from the other side of the carriage when the attention of the attacker outside was attracted by the windbreaker.
 Seeing all this, two of Swart's men rushed towards the door on this side without even thinking about it. They even fought to get out of the carriage first, especially the one who was pointed at by the gun before. The subordinate, when he found out that Swart also wanted to get out of the car, immediately raised his leg and kicked Swart in the face.
 The sheriff covered his face and backed away, and the two of Swart's men jumped out of the carriage almost at the same time after realizing that they had nothing to do with each other.
 But before the two of them stood firm——
 bang bang bang!
 Blood blossomed, and more than five bullets covered the bodies of the two.
 The whole body of the two people trembled several times as if they were electrocuted, and then fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.
 Seeing this scene, Swart, who was still yelling just now, quickly covered his mouth, forcing himself not to make a sound, and then curled up under the seat of the car.
 "How to do how to do?"
 "Am I going to die young?"
 "I knew that if I got involved in that adult's affairs, I would encounter misfortune!"
 The sheriff curled up, trembling, his mind was already muddled, he didn't know what to do, he was hiding subconsciously.
 But Goethe, who rolled off the carriage, was extremely clear-headed.
 In fact, just now, when he smelled the sudden smell of blood through the car door, Goethe instantly calmed down.
 At this moment, Goethe crouched in the corner, letting his eyes get used to the thick fog, and at the same time, remembering the position where the gunfire flashed before.
 However, he did not shoot.
 Instead, he stared vigilantly at the location of the flashing gunfire, while being as careful as possible, without making a sound, and crawled towards the building on one side.
 Never fight in unfamiliar places!
 In his hometown, he once suffered a loss, and the experience of being lucky enough to survive made Goethe very clear about what he should do at this moment——
 Return to No. 1 Guta Street!
 The fog in front of him obscured his vision, but it had little effect on the opponent.
 Obviously, these people are used to fighting in this environment!
 There may even be some 'assistance' so that the opponent's vision can be the same as usual in the fog.
 And him?
 Even though he had tried his best to adapt just now, his vision was still greatly affected!
 In this case, with his marksmanship, there is no chance of winning.
 But once you enter No. 1 Guta Street, it will be different.
 That's the home of 'Goethe'!
 He has almost 19 years of memory there.
 There is……
 His home field!
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 Death is like the wind, and disaster follows! 
 When I wear the crown... 
 Never bow your head! 
 ——————— 
 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.
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 Jiang Siming suddenly discovered that the PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds he played was different from others’!
 He can find fragments of various colors in the game, and after synthesis, they can be turned into abilities, attributes, talents, money, antiques, even medicines, exercises, and so on!
 Relying on constantly picking up pieces in the game, Jiang Siming completed a life counterattack and made a fortune!
 “It’s going to run poison! Jiang Siming!”
 “Oh, wait, I’ll go to the other side of the sea to pick up something!”
 “I’ve been beaten, don’t come to help me with a gun, Jiang Siming!”
 “You hold on first, I’ll find something and come back soon!”
 “How fast?”
 “Turn a map and come back.”
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 [Refreshing article + brain-burning + slow-burning + wit battle + many reversals] 
 "When I thought death was the end, I opened my eyes and found that death was just a new beginning." 
 After Lin Yu was killed by the school girl he thought was confessing to, he found that he was not really dead, but came to a death game! 
 Only the winner can get the opportunity to "live again". 
 Fortunately, Lin Yu awakened the "only profession · fraudster"—— 
 [As long as the lies are believed, they will come true! ] 
 Looking at other confused players, Lin Yu chose to pretend to be a god in the game for victory! 
 "Welcome to my game - lambs!" 
 And in the death games that followed one after another... 
 Lin Yu finally relied on [Fraudster] to become a real god!
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 Shiman, a new EVE player, traveled to the vast interstellar age and obtained the technology in EVE.
 Intelligent life, battleships, space stations, etc., can all be brought into reality.
 Civilization hegemony? Body war?
 The outside is too dangerous, and the stable (pa) heavy (si) stone man just wants to play games and engage in construction in the barren Alpha star field.
 Until the arrival of a group of fleeing interstellar pirates…
 PS: This book is also called “EVE Adorable Survival Guide”, “EVE High Security Death Raiders”…
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 Introduction ①I will ascend to the sky and lift up my throne in the palace of stars; I will sit on the mountain of the party and watch the dusk of the north bloom on the branches; I will stand on the bright light, the same as the supreme, Taste the eternal honey paste.
 Brief introduction ② DND sealed the gods, the protagonist came to the alien world with the summoning system, slowly upgraded from a weak to a legend, condensed divinity, ignited the fire, knit the godhead, obtained the priesthood, and created the profession of summoner!
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 A garbage turn-based online game that has not been updated for half a year, has a development budget that is seven times that of games in the same period, and whose revenue is only one-tenth of that. 
 A garbage game that everyone has given up on, at the last moment when the server is about to be shut down… a new version was released. 
 The main strategy is Lin Yao. 
 Since then, he has become famous in one battle. 
 —— 
 “The most tricks, the wildest way, dimensionality reduction blow, although I don’t understand what she is doing, but she always earns more than us…”
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 "Our family is in decline..." 
 A soul from another world traveled through time and found that a distant relative had left a huge family inheritance and family territory waiting for his inheritance. Only he knew that this was a place shrouded in despair. 
 Bloodthirsty and cruel bandits, depraved and twisted cultists. 
 The war machine that occupies the old road, the man-eating witch that corrupts the forest. 
 The doomsday prophet who spreads despair, the necromancer who desecrates the dead. 
 The squirming and expanding flesh and blood waste, the twisted and deformed mountain of flesh was worshiped as king. 
 The hateful-looking family members of Dagon broke free from the cursed ghost in the bottomless abyss. 
 Monsters of the void are warping reality, and the gods of old are waiting for the stars to return. 
 Either seeking redemption, escaping the past, or pursuing fame and fortune, heroes from all walks of life unite under his command to bring hope to this desperate world. 
 Save our family from the shadow that greedily consumes us, the darkest dungeon. 
 ………… 
 Keywords: Dark Dungeon, Lord Farming, Cthulhu, Middle Ages, Dark Gothic
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 “Live Article: Hip Hop One Piece” 
 “Live Article: Journey to the West on the Tip of the Tongue” 
 “Virtual Online Games: Resident Evil” 
 The Otherworld: The Summoner of the Peak 
 Science Fiction City: Marvel’s Hacking Space 
 “Virtual Online Games: Super God Hero Island, Peak Remembrance” 
 Shenhao City: Life of Shenhao Counterattacking from the Countryside 
 Science Fiction Civilization: The Rise of Zero on Earth 
 “Maoshan City: The Return of Heavenly Master from Maoshan” (Strange Talk) 
 “Virtual Online Games: A Century of Game Creation” 
 “Shuangwen: I can hide in the end” 
 DND Fantasy and Pseudoflow: Half-Elf in Deepwater City
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 Su Tingyu was selected by a survival game that appeared out of nowhere and became an ordinary beta player. 
 Original game style: 
 The alternating hot and cold human life; 
 Dreaming back to childhood hunting festival; 
 Bloody carnival of underground beast fighting; 
 A cold and mechanical island prison... 
 Su Tingyu’s painting style after coming to the game: 
 Player: Damn it! ∑(☉Д☉；) 
 Dungeon boss: Don’t come over! Ｏ(〒﹏〒)Ｏ 
 Dungeon Administrator: It's just a crash of the dungeon, it's not a big problem... what the hell! (#￣m￣) 
 Game Invigilator: The identification is complete, this player is poisonous! (▼へ▼メ) 
 … 
 CP: Su Tingyu × Qin Lin [Big fish eats Qiqi, deceives, abducts... coaxes? 】 
 PS: The female protagonist is a bug, a copy killer, and a cheating fairy; the male protagonist has disabled legs, a brain disease, and is pitiful in reality; all members of the protagonist group are "evil", professional in doing things, and have a lot of fun; the survival game has unlimited streaming, The writing style is light-hearted and slightly funny; the main plot is fictional, and there are many private settings. Please do not go into it in depth. 
 [The new book "Beast Control Starts from Inheriting Inheritance" is being serialized, please collect it~]
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 The blood of countless players paved the way forward for Seven Pigeons, 
 The mage's robes that were scorched by the fire were flying in the wind and dust, 
 The fragments of the magic lamp were stepped on and made a rustling sound, 
 The naga's blade was shattered and the stone statue turned to ashes. 
 Titan bones piled up in mountains. 
 And my seven pigeons, 
 I will step on your bones, 
 Take off Bracada's Tears of Asa, 
 Become the new king of the fairies!
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 Regret filled Valyr as he witnessed Earth before him crumble into nothingness. Although he and the others had done everything they could, their efforts were all for naught as they stood powerless to stop the inevitable, causing billions upon billions of innocent lives to perish in the cold and unwelcoming darkness of space.
 Indignant at the outcome, Valyr asked the heavens above to give him a second chance, a chance wherein he would make sure the inevitable didn’t happen. Though he knew that the likelihood of it happening was slim to none, surprisingly…
 The heavens answered.
 Opening his eyes, he swiftly found out his wish had been granted, in more ways than one at that. Not only was he brought back to the time where everything had yet to unfold, he was also reborn as an NPC in the game where everything started and everything ended.
 The True Immersion VRMMORPG, Greater Beyond.
 Utilizing his newfound advantages, in conjunction with his knowledge of the game and its various versions from his previous life, Valyr was going to make sure that what happened before wouldn’t happen again. And all of that began…
 With him picking up the Blacksmith class
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 Humanity was finally recovering from the wave of an unknown Mana Apocalypse that had turned the world upside down.
 A world where Science had married Magic. Advanced technology had mixed with magic spells.
 Monsters took over the world and remarked earth's cities and countries as their kingdom. Half of humanity took the path of magic to survive, and half of humanity took the help of their advanced technology to survive. But what if humanity turns against humanity? The world split into two groups- The Science Users and The Mana Users
 Hitori, who happens to be in the Mana Users group hates magic and spells. Saibai Hitori's passion, pleasure, and happiness lie in gaming. He unlocks the solo Cultivation System and the ability to cultivate in and outside the most popular game.
 [The Emperor of the Apocalypse] is currently the best VRMMORGP open-world, kingdom-building survival game in the world. In this apocalyptic world, players try to clear dungeons marked on the map to mark that as their territory and eventually become the one and only Emperor of the Apocalypse.
 In times of destruction, trusting someone will only destroy you. Players and guilds started attacking each other in the game. Guild Vs. Guild, Player Vs. Player, Player Vs. Environment, Realm vs. Realm. Everything is on, everything is going down.
 Hitori's goal is to unravel the secret behind his parents' death and become the Emperor of the Apocalypse.
 In a world where humans evolve and survive, only I cultivate and conquer.
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