The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration - Chapter 75

Sixty Years ago, one middle aged man brought a Qilin that looked like a pug and a mandarin duck that looked exactly like a duck, walking into the Imperial City of the Central Plains for the first time.

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MC: I am a dragon? Cool!
Also, MC: Wait, most of the dragons died after centuries of being hunted for their expensive materials, and when beings called players descended with their powerful systems and immortality, they hunted down rest of them ... and I am the last one... I am fucked!!!
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Join our MC, a former player on his journey not to become a legendary rank item, in a world of the game that he used to play.
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Within the dream of the dreamer, the one who was dreamed of awoke.