LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 372: Behavioral pattern

This is a happy story of a lawbreaker who legally obtained a C-level skill from an agent, was forced to replace an A-level item, voluntarily steal a B-level skin, and forcibly smuggled into the world of pirates. .

Assuming that a lieutenant general has an average combat strength of 100, a domineering level of B, a speed level of A, and a strength level of B, if an individual with this goal of growth has an initial combat strength of 1, the average annual growth rate of combat strength is 1.24. The uncertainty increase and decay value caused by the accident is ±2.5, and the trigger conditions of the domineering system are unequal and random. Try to demonstrate the following questions:

1. Describe the nature of the Devil Fruit and explain how it works.

2. Explore what is the mutual restraint mechanism of “Domineering – Fruit”?

PS: Due to various reasons, the announcement is made in a serious and responsible attitude. The two words “strong” in several names are very reliable. As for the last two words… miraculously, it has nothing to do with the content.

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Two years after the breakup, he developed misogyny. Being too close to a woman would make him nauseous and vomit.Mo Chen: Why are there ugly women everywhere?The Brothers: ???Qiao Ruoxin suddenly returned, begging for reconciliation and affection.Mo Chen: You say breakup and we break up, you say reconcile and we reconcile? Who do you think you are!She kissed him forcefully, and Mo Chen instantly became tame, like a docile beast.The Brothers: ??? What happened to your misogyny? And what's with that look of enjoyment?Mo Chen: Get out! You're getting a free show and still have so much to say!Qiao Ruoxin: Brothers, help me pursue Mo Chen. After I succeed, each of you gets a billion, and he's paying.The Brothers: ??? You two really are a pair of extraordinary heroes!Mo Chen: You guys created a group chat behind my back?People hurriedly left the group chat......“Little Ghost, Brother is quite easy to coax, just be patient.”A beautiful and badass sweetheart X an abnormally paranoid and irritable CEO

I became a female character in a martial arts game I’ve played for the first time.

I know absolutely nothing about Murim, though…

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