The old man at the entrance of the War Zone Pagoda appeared once more, his voice as dry and deep as dead wood. "Congratulations to the player for clearing the first floor. Please decide upon your exclusive offense and defense gear based on your thoughts and desires."
Zhu Jue looked at the old man. The man had no visible attributes, meaning he was also an application player.
Zhu Jue pictured a firearm in his mind, and the mist transformed into an iron-black gun. However, Zhu Jue had never had the chance to touch a gun in his past life, so his marksmanship was naturally quite poor.
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