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"We are all good people, no harm intended!" Seeing the man in the mask through the Magic Mirror, the newbies were confused, with one even trying to strike up a conversation, putting on a servile attitude, "If we have offended you in any way, please forgive us."
"Shut up, this is your first and last warning, interrupt me again, and I will turn you into Cyclops dung!" The masked man's face was full of disgust. The Magic Mirror hovered in mid-air perfectly capturing his expression.
"Dammit, as expected, it's the high mortality rate of the great purge, the most troublesome are these kinds of games bound by mystical forces with a fantasy theme." Mu Nianqi felt a headache for the first time; in such games, trying to brute force your way through with pure strength was a joke. It was more about testing intelligence and situational adaptability, and one small mistake could lead to team annihilation. Muscles and batons were the least useful in this type of game.
