Chapter 1: Special 60ml
In China, a township hospital. On the thirteenth floor, a skinny man stood serenely on the roof. Tang An's slim body was shaky, and he held the medical test sheet in his hand, showing that his heart wasn't as calm as it appeared. As evidenced by his bulging veins and blood vessels in his arm, his heart is full of rage, reluctance, and malice. The cancer is still in its early stages. For a young man, this is even more astonishing than winning $5 million. The young man was diagnosed with cancer. Is cancer becoming more common? Tang An is a victim of fate. There are many individuals in this world worse than Tang An, and this is part of life, which even action movies would not dare to act.
He was placed in foster care when his parents divorced, with relatives who couldn't reach him, and eventually found a new family in another city. He is like a wild animal without a mother or father, and he is surrounded by cynicism and harsh treatment behind closed doors. Because he was not disciplined and affectionate, he became irritable and vicious, and he frequently fought with others. He spiraled out of control and became a mobster, constantly smoking, fighting, and fighting. There have been times when he had to find food in the garbage dump, pick up trash, beg, and fight. He started losing his appetite, feeling tired, and experiencing severe pain throughout his body at some point, but I'm not sure when. He came on like all his intestines were mixed together. He suffocated as a result of the anguish.
Eventually, he arrived at the hospital. It seemed as if I had been given a death sentence when I was diagnosed with cancer in its mid-stages. At this age, cancer is likewise an incredibly rare occurrence. From youth until maturity, he worked hard, even if he contemplated suicide more than time, but he persevered. But this time was different. He was desperate. This civilization is lovely, yet it is nothing short of agony for him. He despises his biological parents, who gave birth to him but did not nurture him. He despises everyone and everything. His mental state is no longer normal. Only the medical test sheet remained at the edge of the roof after one step out. "Is this the end? The consciousness is slowly fading away. Do you have any regrets?"
Tang An, who had lost all sensation, heard a scream as he died. And the fishy blood smelled just like his. Finally, his bloodshot eyes began to recede in color. Goa is known as the most beautiful country in the East China Sea. Outside the towering city wall is the terminal for suspicious objects, a massive rubbish dump, and a region populated by homeless people, beggars, thugs, and other criminals. The society of the Goa Kingdom is divided into four levels: the top royal family, middle-class aristocrats in Gaozhen, second-ranking citizens in Central Street, lower-ranking gangsters in Duanzhen, and lower ranks in the rubbish terminal. It's not even taken into consideration.
The fact that this kingdom is recognized as the most beautiful country in the East China Sea does not disguise the reality that it is rife with corruption. I don't know when a person will materialize out of nowhere in a waste dump at the Uncertainty Terminal. Tang An abruptly opened his eyes after gradually waking up. The foul scent of rubbish emanating from the tip of his nose was the first thing he noticed. He wasn't dead, but all he saw was trash and rubble. Looking down at his physique, it appears to be in good shape. If he recalls correctly, he should be torn apart right now. "Is this it?" A bright veil appeared in front of him. It had been a surreal blank lattice step, encircled by mist on the light curtain. It was also accompanied by a fist-sized dice. The first empty step was also a model airplane.
It's akin to a game of flying chess. It's only because the style is played by one person rather than four, and a narrator's lines begin to emerge. Rule: You can roll a dice once per month and fly a few places for as many points as you obtain. Every location has the potential to receive unexpected items, as well as to lose items owned by the player. The initial world crossing grants four dice throws. Ongoing mission: Hunting for the son of destiny, the villain of destiny, the traverser, reincarnation, and rebirth as a prize for throwing the dice +4, and assisting important characters or the villain as a reward for throwing the dice. There is also a "fortune value bonus."
Tang An sat on the trash heap, staring at the light curtain in front of him. Above it was a flying chess game, rules narration, the initial planet crossing to award four dice throws, and ongoing chores to complete the game. The basic and straightforward Tang An, despite being a tiny brat, is a contemporary guy who understands literature, cheats, and crossovers. After all, gangsters have spiritual lives and enjoy TV dramas, movies, literature, and cartoons. Tang An is thought to be of the good kind. After all, picking up leftovers and begging can easily make three or four thousand dollars each month. He was quite certain that this was not a dream.
In other words, he passed through and obtained a cheat software comparable to the system, but it was not sophisticated, nor was it a diverse system; in fact, part of it was overly easy. Furthermore, from the standpoint of ongoing operations, he will undoubtedly encounter additional traversers in the future, and he must hunt them down. It is not restricted to those who travel, such as the local world's son of destiny, the villain of destiny, or reincarnation, rebirth, and so on. Is this going to be a world enemy? Even if the protagonist refuses to let things go, what about the antagonist? Tang An's mood was tough to quiet down at the time. Despite being ruthless, he recognized the possibility of controlling his own future. "You have four chances to roll the dice."
I don't know where to go anymore, and all I have to rely on is the golden finger. Tang An thought, and the dice in the light curtain began to spin and hop, causing Tang An to come to a halt for nearly a minute. Obviously, he can stop the dice whenever he wishes. "3." The face of the dice is worth three points. The model plane took off without waiting for Tang An to take control and flew to the third blank grid. A line of introduction emerged in the light curtain along with the bright light. "9mm caliber Type 92 pistol with 10 rounds." "Explanation: advanced construction, dependable performance, high accuracy, few components, light weight; lovely look, easy to handle; unitized component."
construction, good service performance; provided with a magazine button and a safety lever that are easy to handle with both left and right hands, Easy to use, good ergonomics." Tang An's luck ran out, and he ended up with a Type 92 handgun. The only problem is that there are only ten bullets, and Tang An has never handled a pistol before. The light curtain also has four words on it: take out and put in. "Get it out." Tang An imagined a Type 92 handgun, which materialized in his hand, loaded with rounds. The handgun vanished after inspecting Tang An and discreetly inserting it. This platinum finger obviously has storage space. Tang An attempted again to see whether simply the extracted objects could be saved. It does not emerge from the gold finger and cannot be preserved.
Tang An took out his revolver and slung it over his waist as he began the second round of dice tossing. The model airplane progressed five places after the dice revealed 5 o'clock. Another flash of light assaulted the eyes, and there was no blood on Tang An's face as he read the directions on the light curtain. There is only one line of text: mid-stage cancer progresses to terminal cancer. Tang An wondered for a second if it was a golden finger. Obviously, there are both rewards and punishments in that infinite region. The intermediate stage becomes the late stage, and this cheat sheet does not play cards in accordance with common sense.
A scoop of cold water smothered the spark of joy that had gone through and got the golden finger. Tang An was unable to settle down. "Just two more." Tang An took a deep breath and began throwing for the third time. The dice point is one, and the model airplane can only go one space forward. Tang An scowled as the familiar light illuminated and he viewed the thing clearly. "A translucent, acidic, colorless, and tasteless 60ml container..." Tang An's pale complexion became green after reading all of the explanations. Can you get your hands on this? Is this still the case?
Tang Anqiang took a deep breath and threw the dice one final time. This time, the front of the dice is at six o'clock. The model airplane advanced six spaces, and as the light faded, the royal sister's charming voice and the greatest music began. "So and so.... He's doing business online..." Advertising turned out to be just that: advertising. It must be repeated ten times. Tang An couldn't keep his cool any longer. His eyes were red, and blue veins shot up around his neck.
Only one of the four pistols was acceptable. Tang An's mid-term shift to the late era surely pushed him towards the end stages of his life. Go to special 60ml for 60ml. There was also an advertisement that had been on a specific website for many years, and it had been reported forcibly 10 times, and Tang An was on the verge of dying. He is now certain that this golden finger is a waste of time.
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