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 "This is……"
 Mark's eyes widened, and he felt that his whole body was stiff and unable to move. The tendons of his limbs seemed to be frozen, so hard that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and he stuttered.
 Not only because of fear, but more because he encountered a direct attack on the soul level for the first time in his life.
 Under the extremely fast thinking of human beings, when thinking and action are separated, the time that leads to the state of the spirit body seems to be normal, and the time outside is like pressing the [Slow Release] button.
 In front of him was a quaint cabinet.
 From a distance, it is no different from an ordinary wooden cabinet.
 After a closer look, I immediately found two large eyes, gold and black, embossed on the cabinet door.
 Those are the [Bright Eyes] and [Dark Eyes]!
 Mark's soul seemed to be struck by lightning, and an uncontrollable palpitation surged from the depths of his soul.
 'He', recognize this cabinet!
 The memory is too long ago, it was when Marc Destiny was still at home...
 "Boom! Boom! Boom—"
 A violent knock came from the door of the wooden cabinet. Accompanied by the percussion, there was a small rustling sound, which sounded like a nest of poisonous snakes spitting out letters softly.
 Just a few sounds made Mark shudder, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his heart was beating wildly.
 After the initial panic, Mark was relieved.
 This is not his memory, but the memory of that dead ghost Mark!
 Fragmented recollection shows Dead Ghost Mark screaming, holding his head in his hands, curling up and yelling in the corner of the closed room with the doors and windows shut.
 "I finally understand why there is no big wardrobe in the original owner's room. But, what does this have to do with me, who is named Ma Mingke?" After a sneer in his heart, a traveler quickly calmed down. He silently rolled the 20-sided dice, imagining in his mind that his action was 'after being frightened, he turned around and ran away'.
 The 20-sided dice rolled and turned many times in the mind, and finally stopped at the number [1].
 Mark's mouth made a "click" sound.
 Sure enough, can only open the door?
 He rolled the dice again, and this time, he was not disappointed, the number revealed was the full value [20]!
 The next breath, his body returned to freedom, no longer in the state of being bound.
 He stretched out his hands and pulled it far away.
 A pair of big blue energy hands exactly like his palms appeared out of thin air, pulled the doorknob, and opened the cabinet door.
 Three rotting beings swooped out...
 If Mark was right in front of the cabinet door, he would be hit with anything, but at this time he was five meters away from the cabinet door.
 Three zombies fluttered lonely.
 At the same time, the muzzle of the revolver lit up.
 "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
 Three shots and three headshots!
 In reality, Mark may be bound by the physical condition of the deity, but it is another matter in the soul horizon. The imagination is so high, the action is as fast, just like when he is playing a shooting game.
 Mark dealt with the three zombies so neatly and seemed to confuse the attackers too.
 Sadly so far.
 More psychedelic clouds poured out from his feet, the mist quickly turned black, and then formed eight sharp claws to firmly grasp his body.
 The black mist billowed, and one face after another appeared, and then annihilated again, again and again.
 Mark's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized that Dorothy and other women were among those smoke faces. The more he struggled, the stronger the power from the smoke. In a short while, most of his body was dragged into the mound-like cloud of smoke, leaving only the part above his neck exposed.
 As if to be sure that Mark was completely restrained, and finally, a figure he was quite familiar with appeared in front of him.
 "Garian... Captain!?" Mark's eyes widened.
 "Surprise? Accident?" The translucent Galian in front of him seemed to be in the state of a spiritual body. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the muscles on his face were slightly twitching, and the excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes could not be concealed.
 The handsome sunny guy turned into a big-eyed villain, with four big words written on his face:
 The trick is successful!
 Mark was speechless to the extreme: Please, Mr. Captain! I asked you to protect me and catch the murderer by the way, not for you to be the murderer!
 Mark finally knew why the dice would give the number [12] after he made the decision to be the bait that day. It's just a hint to him - the beginning and the end are good, the process is not reliable.
 "why are you?"
 "Why can't it be me?" Galian's face was full of victorious smiles: "Let me introduce, these three are your companions..."
 Mark immediately realized that these three zombies were Burns*Dupont and the three of them: "You..."
 Garian slapped his face with one hand, bloodshot eyeballs exposed between the separated index and middle fingers, and let out a morbid laugh: "Huhu! Haha! Haha! Wow ha ha ha ha ha!"
 "..."
 Galian laughed wildly and wantonly, the kind of clear hatred that seemed to be avenged, poured out of the laughter without reservation.
 "Hahahahaha!"
 He laughed for a full two minutes without stopping.
 After finally waiting for Galian to stop, Mark finally couldn't help but ask: "I, I didn't do anything to offend you, right? Before that night, I didn't know you at all."
 "No no no no! You offended me! You offended me!" Galian shook the index finger of his left hand vigorously, raised his chin high, and looked down at him with hatred and disdain in his eyes: "You That handsome face is the original sin—"
 Immediately afterwards, with his blue veins exposed, Galian, who kept waving his arms angrily, let out a continuous roar like a machine gun!
 "Why do you look better than me?"
 "Why should Sunshine Boy be cast aside?"
 "Why can a little white face like you be easily favored by a noble girl?"
 "Why do these trash have a better future than me just because they were born in a better family?"
 "Why do I risk losing control of my power for ten years at the bottom, but I can only be the captain of the night watch in my life?"
 "Why? Why—"
 The hoarse, sharp and harsh, morbid roar of a hundred decibels reverberated in the entire soul space, shaking Mark's heart.
 After a long time, Mark squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "If you work hard..."
 "Fart! In the 300,000 square kilometers of the entire St. Leiden region, the entire upper class of the Church of Light and Darkness has only 18 surnames! Even if you are a waste of a collateral family! Your surname is still noble [Destiny] ]!"
 This time, Mark was really stunned. He never expected that the solidification of the class in the church would reach such an outrageous level.
 After a full twenty seconds, he sighed faintly: "Is this [jealousy]? However, even if you kill me, it's useless."
 "No, it's useful! It's very useful!" Galian's eyelids jumped wildly: "You're not a core member of the [Jealous] church, of course you wouldn't know... The ultimate superhuman of the [kindness] camp, as long as you reach the The conditions for the perfect promotion ceremony will be able to transfer one's own transcendent sequence, and will perfectly integrate one's soul into the target's soul, successfully replace the target's identity, and inherit his wealth, status, power, and... woman."
 "How is this possible?" Mark's eyes widened again in disbelief.
 "Of course high-level transcendents can't. As long as the target's soul strength is low enough, once the job is successfully transferred, even the Cardinal Archbishop of the Light God Sect will not be able to find the flaw. Hahahahaha!"
 Mark's eyes wandered.
 It's an exaggeration to think about it, no wonder that over the centuries, cultists have never been able to suppress them. It turned out that it had already penetrated into the orthodox church and played infernal affairs!
 Sure enough, the 'weird' of this world far exceeded his imagination!
 Galian came up and patted Mark's face with his hand unscrupulously: "I knew that your soul strength was so low, and I would directly invade it. You don't have to be so tossed and play horror stories with your woman. But don't worry, I will devour your memories and take good care of the women who look up to you."
 Mark's glazed eyes filled with disbelief gave Galian a sense of accomplishment.
 "Hahahaha! This is your last scene, what? Don't you scream? Don't cry? Don't you try to beg me? Maybe I'll be kind enough to allow you to keep that little soul flame, continue. stay in this world."
 Galian was laughing wildly.
 Smiling, he couldn't stop laughing.
 Because Mark smiled too, and smiled brightly.
 This made Galian very upset: "What are you laughing at?"
 "No, I just remembered some happy things."
 Galian's expression changed, and he looked like a ghost, and shouted: "The weak are not qualified to enjoy happiness and happiness!"
 "That's right, I'm weak! I'm so weak that you, the superhuman team leader, can't see it at all, but it's precisely because I'm weak, so in this game that uses myself as a bait, I must let everyone Hidden probabilities all play a role!"
 This time, it was Galian's turn to have an unbelievable look in his eyes, and he suddenly said sharply, "You're telling me what to say!?"
 "No! I'm actually... really scared." Mark used the vibrato, but the next second, the smile like melting snow in the spring was quite eye-catching no matter how he looked at it: "I'm sorry! I pretended!"
 Galian only felt that the violent sense of crisis almost burst his heart at once. Just when he wanted to do something to Mark, the clear and eerie music box music suddenly sounded behind Galian.
 "Ding ding... dang dang..."
 Obviously it is also a spiritual body, Galian's neck is like a mechanical gear that is almost rusted, and it slowly turns around.
 Finally, a petite puppet figure in a white ballet suit with a broken body broke into his field of vision.
 "Do you like to dance?"
 Mechanical sound, monotonous and ethereal.
 A chill filled every corner of Galian's soul.
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 After crossing into the weird world and becoming the third generation of the magic stick, Mark can only change his way of life. 
 Cthulhu: "You will be haunted by bad luck!" 
 Mark rolled the dice of fate: "Now the fate is yours!" 
 Heretic God: "Impossible, why don't you need to pay for changing your life against the sky?" 
 Mark: "I'm dying!" 
 Evil God: "It's okay..." 
 Mark: "No, I said, my life is yours!"
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 On the eve of the destruction of the earth in 2012, a virtual online game of cross-era significance, "Honghuang Qiusuo", was reborn. No one knows who developed the game. However, it brought humans into a brand new world, and it was also the only chance for humans to save themselves before the destruction of the earth. 
 Qin Nan has been an orphan since childhood, with no money and no power, but he had good luck after entering the game. He first became the patriarch of the human tribe, and then became the ancestor of beast cultivation. When others were still struggling to find elementary skills, Qin Nan already had the top innate skills. 
 Driving all kinds of monsters, leading the human race, and picking up MM is his unchanging mission. What MM? Naturally, it is NPC celestial MM, beautiful female players are also okay, and the best is the saint Nuwa, a beauty that even King Zhou covets. As the protagonist, there is no reason not to try it...
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 A supernatural thriller game arrives. 
 Randomly select players to enter the strange dungeon. 
 Everyone is immersed in fear and trying to survive in the cracks. 
 Until the game selected Shen Jian, who was worrying about the reconstruction of the underworld... 
 —— 
 While the player is struggling to survive in the horror world, Shen Jian is watching The Ring with Sadako. 
 When the player is on the run in the horror world, Shen Jian is having a heart-to-heart talk with the Mother of Strange Buddha. 
 While players are looking for hope in the horror world, Shen Jian has rebuilt the underworld and brought hell to the underworld. 
 Seeing Shen Jian becoming the Son of Emperor Yin, all the players burst into tears. 
 Brother, are you serious? Your style of painting is wrong!
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 [Do you think life is boring?] 
 [Do you want to experience different lives in another world?] 
 [We have rich, killer, hunter, beggar, countless random identities for you to experience.] 
 [Do you want to start the game now?] 
 [Yes] [No] 
 It's ridiculous. As a good person who abides by the law, how can I find life boring? 
 He Ao sneered and chose [Yes] 
 [Initiating the system...] 
 [The game is loading.] 
 [Welcome to the Life Copy Game] 
 [The novice task is loading, and you are randomly matching the life role for you.] 
 [Successful match] 
 —— 
 This is a good person who abides by the law, opening countless stories of life in a world full of chaos and madness. Convinced)
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 He Ming, who followed his friends into the game, originally wanted to choose a samurai, but unexpectedly became a Taoist priest. In this virtual world of swords and magic, drawing amulets and chanting mantras is really nondescript. What...you say brother is a liar? BrotherIn addition to divination and divination, it can fight and resist, cast various spells, trap formations, become invisible and fly, increase blood back to mana, enchant and refine, transform and transform, summon oriental beasts, and refineMaking elixir to nourish blood and replenish blue. Can you find out one thing that I don’t know? Nima... You said that I want to defy the sky!Down to earth, I finally let me wait for you. Although I leaked the secret, disasters are inevitable, but this is my destiny. Even if I have to take great risks, I will show you a full picture... Beauty! Beauty! PS: New book 'Picking a Goddess to Play Online Games', ISBN 2722416, welcome new and old friends to support in the past! (This book is purely YY, just be happy, don't take it seriously! Book group number 10566983, everyone is welcome to join!)
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 The goblin mech gallops across the battlefield, the war roar of the orc pierces the sky, the magic arrows of the elves pierce the torrent of steel, and the heavy artillery of the dwarves roars to demonstrate the justice of the caliber! 
 On the chaotic battlefield, Zhou Xu was dressed in military uniform, ignoring the guys who came from outside the world and claimed to be gods... 
 "Today, a god must die here, and I swear by my name!" 
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 The completed novel "Lord of the Ten Thousand Worlds of Civilization"
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 When he took office as a necromancer, Gu Xi found that he encountered a small problem. 
 What would it be like to be thrown into prison by a sap? 
 In order not to become the first useless player to die before completing his job, Gu Xi chose to save himself! 
 As a result, a powerful man who would be known as the Breath of the Dead in the future embarked on his legendary path. 
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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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 Wen runs a game company on the verge of bankruptcy, which is a very developed game industry... The quality of the games produced by well-known companies is comparable to reality, and each masterpiece is carefully carved into the ninth art. However, he found that these games are all powerful, the enemy is weak, and brainless pushes can be easily clear... There is no underworld game in the whole world? In this way, where can you enjoy the 'happiness' of the game! For a cool game, it is impossible to get real 'happiness'. He decided to let the players of the world enjoy the 'happiness' of the game." I don't know why this game is obviously so depressed and played so much, but I just can't stop!" " Please be a person!!" Since then, there has been an additional underworld game producer in the world.
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 Enter the game from the perspective of pets, and the monsters in the game are chatting! 
 Drops, strategies, hidden missions, all can get information from these chats. 
 From then on, everything in the game knows everything. 
 The protagonist began to dominate the game, and in reality he also reached the peak of life. 
 The battle flag will not fall, the blood will last forever!
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 As an amateur player, Li Chuanqi created a miracle in the history of Spanish football with the team. Since then, he has become a professional player and set foot in the world football.The legend of the altar. This is a world full of passion and challenges, and this is a life full of magic!
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 Bring the [Sanctuary] in the game to another world, build buildings, and recruit troops. 
 Farm, sun garden, wolf forest, barracks, shooting range… 
 Militia, Light Spirit, Timberwolves, Sentinels, Archers… 
 Be the Sun King, the God of Light, and let the holy light spread to every corner of the world! 
 PS: 
 1. The protagonist is basically kind 
 2. The heroine, one 
 3. There will be a plot of hegemony in the middle and late stages 
 4. Shuangwen, life is already so difficult, the story is not hypocritical O(∩_∩)O
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 The Battle of the Two Cities is just an insignificant microcosm of Runeterra. If you jumped out of the small Twin Cities and started living on Runeterra a thousand years ago, how would the fate of the heroes change? 
 Kyle and Morgana no longer turned against each other, the wandering Kled really became a cavalry general, the 
 confused and kind Veigar was redeemed, the lonely wind elf Janna had a caring companion, 
 Evelyn, LeBlanc, Soraka, Jax... 
 When the heroes walking on the land become flesh and blood, people who love and hate, Runeterra becomes a real and cruel world. 
 Time has witnessed the growth of Noxus, There is also clumsiness in the cruelty, 
 history depicts the capital of Demacia, there is also filth in the light, 
 the secrets under the ice of the Freljord, the deadly trap in the sand tomb of the royal family of Shurima, 
 the ghost of the black mist in the Shadow Isles , Ionia's Blooming Festival, the sea beast culture of the Blue Flame Islands, 
 there are many puzzles and landscapes in Runeterra, and there are crises that are 
 imminent in the 
 shadows . The Protoss who enslaved the Dragon King plotted their own plots, the 
 Void Watchers watched indifferently on the land full of vitality, and the 
 ruined King Fyego sat on the throne, screaming for pain all day long... 
 Under the crisis and pressure in the sky, a person who is familiar with the plot... The modern killer traveled to Runeterra, flapped his wings a thousand years ago, and became the supreme warlord of Noxus. 
 When a person created an epic with his own hands, then this person himself is a living 
 myth.
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