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 "what!"
 Mark opened his eyes and felt as if he was being affected by the aftertaste of a nightmare, and woke up with extremely strong heart palpitations.
 He was dripping with sweat, clutching his heart, which was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and looked around in a panic.
 Sitting in the corner, he saw a dark room that could be summed up as "dilapidated" through the dim moonlight penetrating through the window.
 With a slight movement of his left foot, the old cabinet he touched immediately made a heart-pounding "squeak", which made him frown.
 Except for the shabby furniture that looks quite European, it is the walls that are moldy and shattered when touched. In the whole brick and wooden house, the air was filled with the musty smell of corruption, and the surrounding environment told Mark in a clear way how long the history of the building was abandoned.
 Through the gap in the window made of rotten wood, you can see the traces left by the years on the opposite eaves and bricks and tiles, and a large number of dark red vines are clinging to it. In the dark place where the moonlight can't shine, with the night wind blowing, they are like a large group of poisonous snakes, wriggling their disgusting bodies secretly.
 Bits and pieces of memory flooded into the brain—
 The owner of this body is also called Marc, Marc Destiny, the son of an ordinary fallen middle-ranking officer in the Wright Empire. With a fairly generous pension, he studied the mystery of the National University of Mistry. Discipline, junior.
 If he wanted to, he would either become a lady's little white face because of his handsome looks, or rely on the father's shadow left by his father to infiltrate the mysterious department of the military that studies [weird] phenomena. Live a safe life.
 This time it was more like an internship before graduation. Tonight, he was instigated by a few new adventurer 'friends', and followed him to explore this ancient castle located more than 30 kilometers west of the city.
 It didn't take long for something to happen.
 The original owner didn't know what terrifying thing he saw, but he was scared to death.
 Mark, who occupied the magpie's nest, was in such a chaotic state.
 By the moonlight, he checked his equipment... It was unexpectedly good, he was wearing a full set of close-fitting leather armor. Although there are a lot of fancy decorations on it, when you pull it, it feels strong. The leather armor also has a metal armor piece on the chest, which is thin and hard, but also has a faint sacred breath.
 He found a revolver on the ground with his left hand. This oversized old-fashioned revolver, at least three kilograms, was dead and dead. He lifted it like a dumbbell.
 The intricate golden pattern on it shows its great value.
 The residual temperature on the barrel told him that the gun had been fired not long ago.
 I fumbled to open the roller magazine and found that there was only the last bullet left in it.
 That's all his weapons, there should have been a sword, because he found an empty scabbard on his belt...
 As far as the eye can see, the ground is in a mess, and at the far end there is a dilapidated wooden door with a dilapidated cabinet, which clearly tells how flustered the former owner of this body was after entering the room.
 Looking at this old room with no way out, Mark instinctively felt bad.
 Just then, something popped out of the pocket of the clothes.
 Picking it up, Mark was stunned.
 "This is……"
 Suddenly a wry smile!
 It was a twenty-sided dice that ordinary people wouldn't use. Before Mark crossed, he used it to play [Dungeon and Dragons] with his friends.
 I still remember the game last night, when he threw 10 full-point 20 points in a row, killed the Quartet, was laughed at by his friends and scolded him for cheating, but when he was joking, he posted his experience of overwhelming luck to station B.
 The title is astonishingly [I have a lot of luck tonight, as long as there are 100,000 likes, I will travel to another world. 】
 This is purely a joke, I didn't expect to get 100,000 likes within an hour. The most common sentence in the comments is "to help every dream of life and death"!
 Cough, I don't know if this counts as an outrageous time-travel?
 Just as he picked up the crystal dice that was traveling with him, the originally unclear moonlight dimmed, and the shadows of the furniture in the room bathed in moonlight suddenly elongated.
 The surrounding light and shadow kept flickering, and in the next second, most of the light between heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only three-quarters of the door panel.
 Mark found a kerosene lamp, dug out the craftsmanship engraved in memory, and lit it with an old-fashioned lighter. The flickering dim light illuminated a small area ahead, and the dust seemed to be cheering for the visitor. .
 Mark, who has watched countless horror movies, quickly made a decision: "Damn it! This room must not stay."
 He didn't believe in the rubbish legend that drilling under the quilt could prevent ghosts.
 After putting away the revolver and dice, he opened the cabinet and pushed open the dusty door. The long sound of "creak" spread far and wide in the night sky.
 Behind the door is a stone staircase, a cylindrical spiral staircase.
 Mark was in trouble, feeling very confused, extending upward as if he would reach the Louis XVI Pleasure Stage, and falling downward as if it were bottomless to hell.
 Intuition told him that wherever he went, he would be dancing among the fangs of the feigned dragon.
 "Too quiet..."
 Just when he was undecided, a shrill scream came from about twenty meters above his head.
 "what--"
 The roar of despair filled with fear of the unknown and the indescribable, a penetrating coolness rushed from the soles of Mark's feet to his scalp, causing goose bumps all over his body, and Mark's face turned white with fright.
 Someone was killed! ?
 Uh, even if you knew something was wrong up there, you still ran over to watch the fun?
 I'm not a stupid roe deer!
 No matter, run now!
 Without thinking any more, Mark ran towards the stone steps extending to the ground and ran away.
 The light was dim, the darkness robbed him of the distance, and the monotonous footsteps blurred the sense of time and distance.
 All he knew was to flee, to get away from the place where the screams came from as soon as possible.
 Just when he was running so fast that even his consciousness was a little blurry, he heard a crackling sound from the outer wall of the stone stairs.
 Something was racing down the outer wall of the stairwell.
 You know with your butt, it is definitely not a good thing to be able to walk on the outer wall!
 In theory, he can still return to the house just now, but ignoring the so-called retreat behind him, Mark continued to rush forward without hesitation.
 The further down he ran, the colder the air became. He ran so intensely that he actually felt that the air in his lungs seemed to be freezing at zero degrees.
 The surrounding light was completely dimmed, and there were no transoms to allow the moonlight to penetrate the stairwell.
 I don't know how many laps I ran, and the stairs suddenly came to the end.
 The strange being that was running wildly on the outer wall of the stairwell seemed to have hit the ground, or was blocked from chasing Mark and let out an anguished roar.
 "Ow—"
 At this moment, a human scream representing panic and despair came out not far from the voice.
 "Wow!"
 "what--"
 I don't know who else was killed.
 The voice came from far away, and Mark didn't know what it was. He only knew that if he didn't run, it would be no different from the tricks in horror movies -- he was dead.
 Facing the darkness ahead, he subconsciously held up the kerosene lamp.
 The light spread out a little, and cast it into the distance, covering the wooden door frames of the underground passage, and the shadow of the old man was drawn from the door frame.
 This is a typical European-style dungeon wooden door.
 The broken stone tiles under his feet made it a little difficult for Mark to walk.
 Suddenly, a cold white light appeared in the gap of a dungeon gate ahead.
 Mark thought to himself: Damn it!
 His heart was beating wildly, and the excitement of the blood vessels brought by the rush just now had not yet subsided. He tried to calm down his breath, approached slowly, and sneaked into the gap.
 With the light in the middle of the hall, it can be seen that this is a ballroom-like place.
 The ballroom had apparently not been visited for a long time, and even the dust floating in the air had stagnated.
 In the ruins, there is a shocking scene.
 So many pieces!
 There are not only a large number of human bones, but also fragments of furniture. They seem to have been cut by a laser knife, and every fracture is sharp and neat.
 Taking two steps back, Mark saw the scene that made him hesitant the most - he hadn't noticed it at first. He lifted the lamp and took a closer look. The gate of the dungeon was actually two sacred objects made of bronze, with two raised objects on them. Large eyeball embossed.
 Because of their age, relics that once shone as brightly as gold are now all dull patina. Coupled with the remaining burnt residue in the groove next to it, as well as the name of the God of Light engraved on the copper pillar, which no one in this world will admit wrongly, even if he doesn't know anything like the original dead ghost Mark, he knows most of this sacred object. It is the most common evil-suppressing holy artifact in this world [the Eye of Light].
 Since it is the classic evil-suppressing mode, there...
 If there is a choice, killing Mark will not enter this kind of place that makes people feel that it is a boss room. Unfortunately, there was the sound of a wooden door or a wooden window knocking open from a distance, and the sound of continuous and heavy footsteps broke into Mark's ears from far and near.
 Without any hesitation, Mark opened the door and rushed in, not forgetting to re-tighten the door bolt while he was nervous.
 The closer you get to the middle of the ballroom, not only are there many pieces, but even the hard marble floor tiles are covered with cut marks.
 After comparing it, the widest part can easily fit his index finger.
 "Goo."
 Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Mark was not too sure. He instinctively realized that the culprit of all this should be the thing that looked like a square altar in the middle of the ballroom—
 Along the reflector at the top of the ballroom, the icy silver moonlight formed a beam of light, like a tall lamp projected on the booth.
 It was a rectangular music box about the size of a lunch box!
 The shape of this music box is very delicate and simple. An old-fashioned metal knob sits next to the ebony base.
 There are two circular rails on the top of the box, one is empty, and the other rail has a delicate little doll.
 It's a bit inappropriate to say it's a puppet.
 Different from the fixed-action doll on the ordinary music box, this female humanoid object with two knuckles high and metal texture can be called a figure-level puppet.
 The arms and long legs of matchstick thickness are connected by movable metal joints.
 With shoulder-length silver short hair, she was wearing a fluttering white ballet dress with a few white silk ties swaying on her shoulders without wind.
 It is the female puppet's face that makes people palpitate: three-quarters of it is a delicate face made of unknown material that looks like it is made of silicone, and the collapsed part of the left forehead has a very realistic human bone structure. The glass eyeball seems to be inlaid with a small sapphire as the pupil.
 But those bulging eyes looked extremely terrifying and strange, and just a glance, there was a sense of trance that couldn't be taken away.
 It's a pity that dust has fallen from the decaying ceiling of the hall...
 'It' has come.
 "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
 This is a heartbeat that can't be calmed down!
 Look around and stop hesitating.
 Mark quickly put down the kerosene lamp and climbed to the bottom of a red chaise longue with a broken corner.
 Drilling into this gap that is about forty centimeters high, I just have the illusion of being the old king next door.
 With the banging sound of the ballroom gate being knocked open, Mark knew:
 It really came.
 "Mark...Mark...It's alright, that monster...I drove away...Come out..." The murmured voice was hoarse. There was a clear voice coming from the gate, and there was an illusion from the underworld.
 "Bah! Bah!"
 Very strange footsteps, I feel that there are more than one pair of feet coming.
 Mark's nerves tensed to the extreme. He recognized that this was the voice of one of the adventure companions. What was it called?
 "You...don't hide...I know...you are here..."
 The sound of footsteps was mixed with the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the ground. With a thick smell of blood, Mark, who was hiding under the chair, suddenly shrank to the extreme.
 Someone is looking for it, are you moved?
 dare not move! dare not move!
 Through the dim kerosene lights on the ballroom floor, a pair of bloody palms and half-pale arms entered Mark's field of vision.
 The other party was lying on all fours, feeling that his chest was almost touching the floor;
 Immediately, its chin slowly appeared in Mark's field of vision.
 He subconsciously held his breath.
 No, the extreme tension and fear made him completely forget that he still breathes at this moment, and just stared at the man's chin that was constantly moving down.
 Then there are the white to blue lower lip and upper lip, and the hook-like tip of the nose.
 A little bit down, a little bit down...
 Just a little more...
 Mark could see the thing's face.
 Of course, this also means that the other party can also see him under the chaise longue.
 Mark knew that in a few moments, he would be seen and caught, but he just didn't dare to look away.
 Just when he was so frightened that his heart almost stopped,
 The face suddenly began to rise, and its upper lip, lower lip, and chin disappeared from Mark's field of vision one after another.
 The footsteps left the chaise longue, out of the ballroom, further and further away.
 It, gone.
 Mark finally realized that he seemed to hold his breath for a long time, opened his mouth, and began to silently gulp the air.
 Dizzy due to lack of oxygen in the brain, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.
 Such a big man wanted to cry.
 Before crossing the road, he never worried about anything. The biggest worry every day when he was studying was just which department he should agree to go out on a date with tonight. When playing basketball, he couldn't hear the referee's whistle because there were too many girls clamoring on the sidelines.
 He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't commit an open crime.
 There were countless opportunities in front of him, but he didn't know how to cherish them.
 Now?
 Do whatever you want, just don't spend a second in this hellish world.
 Just as he was cursing his fate and rejoicing for the rest of his life, suddenly a pale and hideous face came into view.
 Half of its face has been pulled apart, revealing scarlet eye sockets, bulging cheek muscles, and half of its gums.
 With supreme malice, it quietly opened its mouth.
 "...So, you are here!"
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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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 Mercenaries, with self-intelligence awareness, can replace the players to fight, blame, and make copies.
 Mercenary World, a multi-national game, smashing the chapters of the classic games of the old era, integrating all kinds of elements, players can choose any game to go to the peak – task flow, competitive flow, copy flow, business flow , the flow of war, the flow of business, the flow of leisure … set a high degree of freedom, the existence of play is reasonable, overnight.
 Starting from the mission of God, grasping an opportunity, there is an infinite possibility of counterattack!
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 [Infinite Flow + Relaxed Leisure + Invincible Text] 
 [Your arm feels angry, so it strengthens its muscle tissue, giving you extraordinary strength] 
 [Your brain collects information from the five senses, integrates and processes it, and gives you the rest of the information] 
 [You feel scared, but your body doesn't think so, so it awakens the ability of "deliberate punching", and you only need one punch to knock down the enemy in front of you] 
 —— 
 Xu Tong has always known that something is wrong with his body, and he is also troubled in his daily life. 
 Until he entered the world in the abyss, he realized that he was the one who was pulled by his body to make up the numbers. 
 He doesn't need to solve the dungeon by himself, the brain and limbs can directly pass the dungeon, and all he has to do is wait for the clearance reward. 
 "I have expressed it very clearly." Xu Tong said this during the interview. 
 "I am an inseparable part of my body, and I always believe that we are one!"
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 Good news, the game is now live. 
 Bad news, other players play games and I get played by games. 
 The server of "Galaxy OL" that Bai E had reserved was finally launched, but he found that he had become a cannon fodder android in the game world. 
 High-dimensional demons, endless insect swarms, omnic crisis... 
 Cosmic pollution is raging, and Bai'e even has to face another fourth natural disaster - players. 
 Faced with these things, even the soul cannot rest in peace after death. Finding a place to bury yourself first is the safest way to die. 
 Wait, what is this? 
 [Lucky hit: ten times the critical hit, full explosion rate, 999 with one blow! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: All equipment depends on explosion, all free trade.)] 
 Bai E: "At first I refused to survive in this galaxy world full of crises, but then I gave it a try, wow! The explosion rate is really high!" 
 (ps: Players who are cut off from leeks can also have a process they love. 
 Let’s play a game, the protagonist, the players, us...)
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 What is the last days? Zombies? Monsters? , This is a gluttonous feast of gods, Buddhas, and monsters, and it is also the greatest catastrophe in human history! Zombies, aliens, Sadako, monsters, goblins, ghosts, gods, demons, gods, and Buddhas, all of these will come to the world! The end of the day, this is the end of the world ... The Era of God and Demon! ——————— This is the fourth book of not cold. The three books have been completed with a total of 1500W novels, no eunuchs, character guarantees, new book period urgently ask for support ! Rules for adding updates: rewards of 100 will add a chapter, and flowers of 1000 will add a chapter, and the added chapters will explode after they are put on the shelves!
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 Player 1: “Why doesn’t this scarecrow feel right? Damn it, it took me a second…” 
 Player 2: “Is there anything wrong, the name of this wild monster is more than 40 meters long?! It’s not a human being?!” 
 Player 3: “Fuck, that guy brought a group of bosses to siege the city again, so let’s not let people live?!” 
 Mo Fan: “Children, do you have a lot of question marks?” 
 …… 
 After Mo Fan entered the game, he found that he had become a scarecrow next to Novice Village, a wild monster for players to level up. 
 Mo Fan, who became a wild monster, began to continuously upgrade and evolve from level 0, upgrade his star, merge his blood, and his attributes soared! 
 …………………… 
 PS: The book is also known as “Evolving and upgrading from a scarecrow”, “I became a scarecrow and dragging me again”, “Playing a game and playing a sense of superiority” “I really can’t believe this scarecrow is so? Zheng Wenhong judged against Jun? br&gt;…………………… 
 Just a few readers, they said it’s too lonely, some water friends, you know: 26709174
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 Everyone has a sense of justice in their hearts, hoping that they can be like the masters in martial arts novels, fighting for justice, fighting against the strong and helping the weak, but the reality is that the original persistence has been forgotten in the corner of the heart. LinFeng, a poor student with excellent grades in reality, but in front of the rich son, he is nothing. He just wanted to protect the justice in his heart, but he was beaten and kicked by Master Luo with vicious words... God's will,With the persistence in his heart, Lin Feng stepped into the latest virtual martial arts online game, and step by step to the top, the reality is also changed by the game, when Lin Feng takes action to defend justice again, what will happen...
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 Become a prophet? Recruiting the most outstanding individuals to eradicate demons? Leading the holy army in the extermination of evils? Growing stronger until you finally defeat the demon lord?
 Or you can choose to become the demon lord itself. Create your own subordinates, even shape them according to your wishes. You can also build a dreaded kingdom of darkness and make an army of chaos.
 In the VR game "Mistrea: A Fantasy Management Sim Game of Light and Dark," both options are available.
 And the second choice appeals to Ethan Alexander more. To be a good citizen in the real world, he had to follow the rules; why would he do so in a fantasy realm?
 Thus, in the world of magic and fantastic creatures, he was reborn as Vorn, the demon lord. But that doesn't mean he'll make the world fall into an era of darkness right away. He will not launch campaigns of heinous human slaughter.
 It would be no fun for him to rule over a ruined world. That means that those who worship him will be scarce. He wanted to be adored, hailed and regarded as equal to God by many people.
 He will keep using methods that are not constrained by any rules. The evil way, but not always violent, and more fun.
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 This story will have some steamy scenes, but those are not the main focus.
 Main protagonist's girls won't get cucked by others.
 I consider this novel a multiple protagonist story. So, there will be POV switches.
 Some parts feel slow, but I guarantee it will be worth your time.
 There will be some dark jokes, so don't be surprised.
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 [The Fourth Disaster] + [Ship Upgrade] + [Garbage Picking in the End of the World] 
 [Give the Galaxy a Little Shock to Players! ] 
 Ship dismantling, mining, garbage picking, stealing ships, boarding, and delivering packages! 
 Chu Hang was originally a poor captain who traveled through the end of the world, but a system that could help him summon "players" from Blue Star popped up, turning "The Road to Survival" into "StarCraft". 
 However, the style of the painting has become: 
 Funny, cheating, lack of martial ethics, locusts passing through, boasting and blowing up ships... 
 "The captain said that as long as we can help him repair the spaceship, he can take us to a new map and embark on the great road to national restoration!" 
 "Hush, there is a wild spaceship here that has suffered from heatstroke, let's take it to the river..."
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 [Invincible + villain + wealthy family + decisive killing + national awakening + rebirth + super god-level talent]
 A dispute between the gods has plunged Earth into an existential crisis!
 Strange red moons, extreme natural disasters, and chess pieces of gods appeared one after another. The order of the world was completely disintegrated, and the law of the jungle became the first principle.
 Ninety percent of the world's creatures have become alien species. At the same time, the original consciousness of the earth and star awakens, activating the game panel for the surviving humans!
 By killing alien creatures, you can extract survival talents and obtain various professional inheritance and equipment!
 In his previous life, Su Yufeng indirectly hindered the plans of the gods in order to re-establish human order and suffered the jealousy of the gods, just like the villain in the novel who was killed by countless "decent people" together.
 Reborn back to the day before the arrival of the Gods Game, Su Yufeng bound the God-killing Villain System!
 Turn on the super god-level talent: God-killing plunder!
 Effect 1: Each time you perform basic skills, your strength will be permanently increased, without any upper limit!
 What kind of lucky son of the gods, what kind of protagonist’s aura of immortality?
 As long as the power is strong enough, a flat A will die!
 Effect 2: Killing a living body can forcibly rob its talent!
 The human race can only draw three talents at most? Sorry, I could have countless!
 Super god-level hidden professions, endless talents, billions of bits of power...
 The regrets of the past will all be made up for, and the so-called "decent", "protagonist" and "god" will all have to pay the price!
 …
 Many years later, the arrogant gods descended from the sky!
 With one punch, the spirit turned into bones.
 Corpses exploded, the sky fell and the earth collapsed, and the world collapsed!
 Su Yufeng: In this era! I am the only one!
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 Game experiencer Lin Mu traveled to a parallel world, where virtual reality technology and somatosensory equipment are very advanced, but game resources are very scarce. 
 Players are still suffering from daily card draws and frequent krypton gold. 
 Fortunately, Lin Mu awakened the god-level game system and started to create "Jingjue Ancient City". 
 The bizarre plot, perfect interaction, and super quality instantly became a global hit game. 
 The game character Shirley Yang became even more popular and became a national virtual idol. 
 When all players felt that "Jingjue Ancient City" was the pinnacle of the gaming industry, Lin Mu made another move. 
 Super games such as "League of Legends" and "Silent Hill" are online again...
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 Systrom, transliterated from system, translated into Chinese as system. 
 He had forgotten his name, and when he woke up he became a small grasshopper named Systrom, the kind of grasshopper that can jump several meters away. 
 After more than ten days, when he adjusted to the life of a grasshopper and was jumping happily, he suddenly found a yellow leaf falling in the sky. 
 –Autumn has come. 
 … 
 This is the story of a grasshopper with a colony of ants farming after autumn. The story begins in a very common late summer and early autumn in the Lierte Forest… 
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 Xing Dou is an idol reservist at the idol training academy. 
 Although he was judged to be “unfit to be an idol” and “without talent”, nothing could stop him from wanting to be an idol. 
 After graduation, Xing Dou barely made his debut in a small company, but he was still unknown, not even as impressive as a passerby. 
 In the end, he gave up and recognized himself as an ordinary person, ignoring everyone. 
 This was a nightmare that Xingdou had done. 
 But that wasn’t the most painful thing for him. 
 In the second half of the dream, he found that the world he was in was just the setting of a game called “Idol Breeding”. 
 And he himself is just a one-star character in the game with extremely low attribute values ​​and no cultivation value. 
 In the academy, those students who were different from the beginning were five-star characters with extremely high potential. 
 Xingdou woke up from a dream. 
 At this moment, he has just received the admission letter from the idol training academy, and there is still a month before the game starts.
 Read the guide: 
 1. Group pet Xiang Su Shuangwen 
 2. The male protagonist’s goal is to become the best idol, probably a counter-attack story? 
 3. Do your best to write everyone’s charm 
 4. Have an outline, refuse writing guidance, accept corrections for mistakes, and please don’t mention my text elsewhere, or mention other people’s text below. 
 5. If there is a little forum body infestation, it will be marked out 
 6. The paper people have no prototypes, and are purely two-dimensional. 
 7. It’s not an entertainment article, and it has nothing to do with reality. If you have to say it, it belongs to a fairy tale like “Youth Chasing Dreams”.
 Content Labels: Fantasy Space Game Online Games Growth Counterattack 
 Search keywords: protagonist: Xingdou ┃ supporting roles: other various idols ┃ others: idols, group pets, games
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