Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 441: Earth’s Current Status.

The maze survival game is also the maze destruction game. Hundreds of millions of Bluestar players entered the game at the same time, struggling for survival!

Six directions, six rooms, no one knows if there is a monster in the next room? Zhao Ba is also a game player, but only he can see the hints!

[The room ahead is so icy and snowy, you will freeze into an ice sculpture. ]

[There is a monster in the back room, kill it in the dark!]

[The room on the left is full of food, you can have a full meal. ]

When other players survived in the cracks, Zhao Ba has become the god of the maze world!

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Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.

John has been reading [The Legend of Divine Twig] for years, but at the end, the author rushes through it, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth. He furiously contacts the author, stating he could have done better.To his surprise, the Author replied to him with one wordBetJohn has been plucked from his room into the world of the divine and wretches. He enjoys reading the novel but he wouldn't want to be in it. The world is full of hotel knights, priest, mysticism and worst of all eldritch horror.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.