MTL - Peak Strength - ~ 202 How Many Flowers Are Dreaming About

The world mutated, the game came to reality, and monsters from other worlds ravaged the world.

In order to become stronger, in order to resist disaster.

Everyone is changing jobs and upgrading like crazy.

Some people became mages at the first turn, and some became professional thunder fighters at the second turn.

But Ling Zhan followed his own path.

At the beginning of the game, choose a non-professional casual player, and add blue to all attribute points.

“Crazy, unprofessional casual, mastered all low-level skills before changing jobs, how to fight in the later stage?”

“What’s the use of the blue bar, and it can’t increase the combat power, it’s really funny.”

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Brave, sly, kind, slippery, generous, greedy, elegant, ferocious, happy, abnormal, honest, hypocritical...In this apocalyptic world, only by winning on the Alien Star battlefield can one obtain resources to ensure the continuity of civilization.Every warrior that enters the Alien Star battlefield receives a randomly assigned keyword that belongs to them.If one's actions align with their keyword, their attributes will rapidly grow, granting abilities akin to Superman. On the contrary, if they fail to comply, they will swiftly weaken;This is a world where performance skills are paramount;Performance skills equate to sustenance, performance skills are glory, performance skills provide privileges, performance skills are life......Already concluded with thousands of orders are the works “Dream Fufiller of Ten Thousand Realms”, and “Ten Thousand Methods to Remove Players.” There is a guarantee of completion, so please feel free to dive in.

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