MTL - Mini-Games to Save the World - v2 Chapter 243 Mess up

Gou Tiangoudi (slashing with a knife) and severe persecution of paranoia alpha attack × God made the most beautiful charming spirit omega sufferer

The end is coming, Le Buqun got a system, and was tempted to say that the recharge can be turned into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle can be turned into an RV! From then on, the global tour of Doomsday Paradise will take you to experience epic doomsday-style blockbusters, such as the siege of millions of zombies, and the great escape of life and death. For example, the horror cruise ship zombie horror, exposing the serial murder of ugly people. Another example is the competition of forces in the survival base, which outlines the difficult struggles of the little people under the collapse of the world…

As long as you bind the system, you can immediately own the peak RV of successful people. Fully automatic offense and defense integration, you can choose the luxury interior decoration. Flat-terrain racing cars, just off-road outdoors, and cruise ships in the water, God, the system is currently being updated, and it will come to the sky sooner or later. Since then, stay away from disputes, sit and watch the situation from the perspective of God. You deserve SB48748 license plate RV!

Le Buqun’s wise little eyebrows wrinkled: Humph! Don’t try to lie to me, it is impossible to die! It’s too dangerous outside, and there are always people who want to harm me.

Yan Cijing: The most important thing is that the world can’t keep it, Zhu Yan Cijingjinghua Cishu. The old lady is too beautiful, she always leans close to me without her eyesight, this is forcing me to do things. However, there seems to be a blind person who can’t even see the beauty of the old lady. Sword come!

Le Buqun, the protagonist of the apocalypse style, is neither a good person nor a villain, but a low-level character, and his personality may be extreme. Before the apocalypse, they abide by the legal standards of the society, and after the apocalypse, they follow their own exclusive principles (good or bad), and do not like to stray in!

Content label: Doomsday system
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“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…