
Rise of the Artificial Humans
While playing a game, he accidentally rolled the android race, and from then on he smiles even in his dreams.
Others bargain endlessly for an ordinary pistol, while I directly modify my arm into a machine-gun launcher; with both hands raised, I can fight however I want.
Others rack their brains to complete tasks for a normal chip, while I flip open my warehouse and find all kinds of chips inside, installing one and throwing one away, changing whenever I feel like it.
When others proudly show off a tank they finally got, I have already modified a super-alloy exoskeleton mecha, with attack and defense both explosively strong, and can challenge an entire tank company alone, killing without even seeing blood.
When others finally manage to leave Earth, I have already built my own space station in outer space.
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