MTL - Almighty Game Designer (Almighty Video Game Designer) - ~ New book, extraordinary game player

Lu You is a blind man, but because of an earthquake, he traveled to the planet Osius three thousand years later.
The people on this planet are human beings. After the destruction of the earth, human beings migrated to the Fire vein galaxy,
In order to better adapt to the environment, human beings have been fused with adult and animal genes.
Females are all extinct because they cannot adapt to the alien environment.
The only ones left are the animal-shaped orcs who can transform, and the sub-orcs with reproductive functions.

Avoid thunderstorms:

This article insists on 1v1, no change of attack, no uncleanness.
In the future interstellar, there are armors, cute things, steamed stuffed buns, golden fingers, and bloody sprinkling from time to time.
ps: Future Interstellar, the full text is the author YY, a hodgepodge that cannot stand the test.

Content Tags: Romance of the Times, special liking, fantasy space, distant starry sky

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu You, Gnarris ┃ Supporting roles: Ilter, Essolt, etc. ┃ Others: orc, future, interstellar, warm, future, steamed stuffed bun

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The idiot Long Gen pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, takes advantage of the girls in the village, travels across the countryside and forests, monopolizes the beauty and coquettishness, and achieves the legend of “Dragon Gen”. There is a widow in front of the door leaning on the door to watch, and a sister-in-law next door looking through the screen window… This book is determined to be a stallion, with the goal of pushing down and being pushed.

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Initially, Bai Fu only intended to farm the players' favor to survive, planning to leverage their power to deal with the NPCs that opposed her.However, she accidentally overdid it.From being the 'Players' Sturdiest Support' to 'The Lonely Guardian of the Frontier', and then to 'The First Saint in the Empire's Corrupt World'.Players took the initiative and elevated her to a divine status.In the third millennium of the Empire, a former Emperor, who requested anonymity, loudly complained during a newspaper interview.'Those immortals charged into the palace shouting about friendship and bonds, and forcibly placed the crown on the head of Bai Fu, this demon. Such a sin!'Bai Fu responded to the accusations with great indignation.'How am I a demon?From the beginning, I have always advocated love and justice.Don't talk nonsense with your eyes wide open...It's also difficult for me. Sometimes, it's worth looking for the reason within oneself.Have you ever tried to be a good person over these years?Why do the immortals only attack you and not me?'

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