Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women - Chapter 450 - 452

“Starting from here is where you will create Civilization”. It was the first sentence heard by over a million different players.

A new VR game is released in a more advanced world than ours. A game where the objective is to start from nothing and make something with your own hands much like our ancestors.

Build a village, build a city, build a kingdom, forge friendships and keep your friends close. Make weapons and grow stronger.

What will our protagonist do in this world? And will the real world affect him in any way?

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

The future young director will return to 10 years with the entertainment system.

Can you imagine using top-level special effects to shoot the scene of the prehistoric mythology movie?

Can you imagine the scene of making a virtual game and making players around the world addicted to martial arts?

Can you imagine changing the world, using a real-world setting?

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Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.