I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game - Chapter 2: Wtf are these Skills

☆The background of the era is overhead ☆
In the twelve continents of the Silver Tail Star, eight hundred years after the apocalypse reconstruction, the level of technology has finally returned to the pre-disaster level.
Ruan Yu binds a top-flow system.
System: You have to become the top stream!
Ruan Yu: I refuse.
#818 Ruan Yu, the new actress, who is behind her, and why her aggressive resources have continued to fight against black people on the Internet since her debut. The control of public opinion is too powerful! #
Ruan Yu: Thank you, I can answer.
There is no background, just standing on the whole continent.
No way, a drama can get ten points, an S+ TV drama heroine can get 10,000 points, and a billion-dollar movie star can get 1 million points.
And points can buy products of other time and space, laser weapon high-yield crops rare earth resources have everything.
The black fans are dying, the trend of public opinion is positive, and new branch lines can be launched from time to time. Not long ago, they settled and exchanged 100,000 pieces of cultivation liquid for desert to oasis.
what is this?
This is for nothing!
#Salted fish just want salted fish to lie down#
#But I can stand up for the country#
#After the system was handed over to the country, I became popular#
#My brain is not good, but what we do not lack is genius#
#Behind me stands the best of the whole country#
#I turned the system into a plane store#
#Lack of high-end reagents, I will give you money after I finish this scene#

Ruan Yu: I am an ordinary person, but my country is not ordinary
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Demining:
1. No logic, all made up, future overhead, full overhead
2. The heroine does not follow the line of being a scholar, she is an ordinary person and has no talent for scientific research
3. No cp, the heroine is salty fish but has a face, and she does not hold back

Content tags: Interstellar system Future overhead Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ruan Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: You can always trust Ruan Yu
One-sentence introduction: The system said it cried, moved
Concept: Although an individual is small, thousands of people are great, gathering sand into a tower, complementing each other and bringing out the best in each other.

- Description from novelbuddy

“If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!” —Raven.Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep.The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along.He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked.He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read.He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything.The tragic twists? Fuck themThe heartbreaking losses? Skip themPointless sacrifices? Save themNo more misery for the sake of character growth.This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering!

Fanatic virtual gamers:
Tired of the stereotyped linear drama emotions? Want to try a real open world game?
Are you tired of playing an RPG that can only play a role? Want to lead the subordinates in virtual reality and experience the thrill of governing the army?
Welcome to the massive open killing game “War in Heaven”.
……
Seeing the game’s winning and losing judgment mechanism, a professional player who is interested in PVP for 20 years and is also very interested in AI, has a bright smile:
“It’s time to show the real killing method… How about building an AI army by the way?”

- Description from Uukanshu translation

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”