MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 447 Distressed

Together with the shocking death of a famous gamer, a new VRMMORPG was launched.

“This is not just a game, this is about building a second life.”

Said Dr. Jeff Johnson, the founder of Ninecent, when he announced the new game.

[LAST SHELTER ONLINE]

It quickly became the number one wanted game that even affected the global cryptocurrency market.

However, after the mysterious death of his brother. Hiro’s life had been wrecked with no money left to spend and no place left to live.

That is, until he received a surprise late birthday gift from the deceased.

While other gamers around the world were scrambling to get the limited edition of full-dive VR, Hiro received the mysterious beta-testing access.

Being an expert gamer himself, Hiro soon found something unusual about the new game, and it seems that there’s much more to it than a simple game.

Will Hiro find the truth behind it all?

[System linked.]

[Welcome to Last Shelter Online]

He was once a great Immortal, but his attempt to ascend the Nine Heavens ended in failure. Reincarnated on the Blue Star, as he opened his eyes, he found himself with an adorable daughter. And a stunningly beautiful wife?“Daddy, can you cast a spell for me?”“I could even pluck the stars from the sky for you.”

Wang Xuan entered Longmao Square and was trapped in it. When he finally left, it turned out…

This is the last building on earth.

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.