Though death befalls all men alike, some deaths were weightier than Mount Tai, and some were lighter than a feather.1

In reality, Old White felt that he would have hesitated for a long time to make such a decision. After all, it meant that there were many things he had to give up.0

But luckily, they were in the game world, and in the game, he could die many times.0

Without hesitation for even a second, his body had already made a choice.0

"Run!"0

While shouting the word loudly, Old White raised the Sickle assault rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger on the Deathclaw, who was looking at Gale.0

Da da da!0

Flames spewed from the muzzle, and the bullets whizzed past the green vegetation and rushed in the direction of the monster.0

Blood splattered on the black scales, and the Deathclaw let out a pained roar.0

Pushing with its strong and powerful feet, it dodged the bullets by jumping to the side, rushed in the direction of Old White, and swiftly swung its claws.0

Old White did not panic at all, and adjusted the output power of the exoskeleton to the maximum. His seemingly cumbersome body was like a rabbit,...0