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... owly focused, Qin Tian blinked, looking around with some confusion.
The steel walls gleamed with a cold light, and people clad in uniform black uniforms formed a phalanx, standing solemn and silent, like lifeless statues.
Wasn’t I at home playing games? How did I get here?
Qin Tian instinctively opened his mouth, trying to say something, when suddenly a memory hidden deep in his brain surfaced.
I am on Alpha 7 Star, a third-generation battlefield clone, number 897 ...
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