MMORPG: I was BUGGED - Chapter 12: Drasta’s Trust

Daytime belongs to the human world, while Deceit Night returns to the netherworld.Since the arrival of the sinister night, demons and evil spirits have brought disaster to humanity, and generations of our ancestors have struggled to survive.This blade of mine can eliminate evil, slay demons, defeat wickedness, exterminate devils, destroy evil!From now on, nighttime shall be like daytime!

In the fourteenth year of the doomsday like a holographic game, Mo Ran, the top dead master, was cast aside by the three major races of humans, orcs, and elves.
Genocide? betray? Assassinated? This time, as long as I’m here, it’s impossible.
Humanity? Elf? Orcs? Take mine and return it, eat mine and spit it out, be prepared to pay the price!
Demining:
1. Gamification of doomsday is impossible, gamification of life is impossible, and gamification of doomsday is even more impossible. Don’t point at the background bar.
2. Both the heroine and the heroine are not good people. Everyone has different positions. They serve the plot. Don’t point at the hero and the heroine.
3. The author is glass-hearted, and all kinds of abuse will rebound ten times, don’t point at the author!

Content tags: Rebirth Doomsday Games online games Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mo Ran ┃ Supporting role: Ming Yuechen ┃ Others: doomsday, holographic, strong
One sentence introduction: As long as I don’t die, you are all scum.
Conception: In online games, no matter what adversity, as long as you persevere, you can win.

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The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”