It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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There was once an extremely gorgeous daytime fireworks in the infinite game.

On that day, the players were all busy with their own affairs. Some were preparing to download the dungeon with a face full of apprehension, some were laughing and having a gathering with their friends, and some were staggering out of the bar and casino with two huge dark circles under their eyes...

Suddenly, like an earth dragon turned over, the transfer station that had been stable for many years shook violently, connecting the game systems of all players, and it was the first time that he shouted so angrily, intermittently, and roared:

【Xi Ye! 】

【you this......】

It couldn't finish its words.

Crackling, the dome of the sky shattered, revealing the ugly black hole behind it, revealing countless dense, slender and deep passages like insect mouthparts.

The sun hanging high above it was torn apart, and the dim red ball around it-the strange moon in the eyes of countless players-exploded together, splashing hundreds of huge sparks flying outward, and falling rapidly.

Compared with the fireworks that are ignited regularly by the system every festival, it is hotter, wilder, and more bizarre. Light gold and deep red are intertwined, like asteroids that collide and annihilate one by one.

Under such a magnificent scene, many players even forgot to panic, opened their eyes wide, fell to the ground, and looked up blankly.

Chi la chi la fault sounds repeated, and the wristwatches that bound the player like handcuffs fell off one by one, crashing, cracking, shattering fragile like glass.

Immediately afterwards, there were many, many other players who appeared suddenly and almost crowded the station.

They obviously just came out of different dungeons, maybe they were still fighting ghosts last second, some were injured, some were missing an arm, and some were wearing pale and weird paper shrouds, but fortunately, they were all still alive.

Obviously there is no announcement, but all the players have the same thought in their hearts:

The infinite game is over.

The weapons bought in the points store are turning into a string of long or short dark green garbled codes, floating along the cracks of the pure black watch, floating like jellyfish, wandering in mid-air;

The physical strengthening given to them by the system also faded away at a speed that could be clearly felt. Many people used to be able to easily overturn the arms of strong men, and gradually returned to the weakness that matched their thin and thin appearance.

No one is afraid.

Because when all the connections related to the game were expelled, the existence of another world became stronger and stronger, with an irresistible suction force like a vortex, and seemed to pull them desperately to go home.

Boring lectures, boring meetings, quarrels between husband and wife, nagging parents...

Distant voices were heard.

It was the familiar, hustle and bustle of reality.

The only ones who are afraid are those players who sign contracts with the system, such as the boss of the roulette of fortune, who runs the largest casino in the entire transit station, uses speech skills and the environment to incite the most fanatical atmosphere, and helps the system squeeze the pockets of the same kind in exchange for the "exemption order" that he does not need to download a copy.