Lü Kuan could no longer sit still.
Lü Kuan stood up.
His chest heaved as if a steam engine had been installed inside it.
Inhale, exhale. Exhale, inhale.
Visible plumes of smoke sprayed from his nostrils, proof of the turbulent emotions raging in his heart.
Thirty civilizations and nearly seven hundred years had passed since the fall of the Butterfly Civilization.
He had never imagined that he would one day see this Game Panel again—the one he both hated and missed beyond words.
"Teacher, although using the Shelter Core of another race means you can't participate in this civilization game, the chat channel, Storage Space, and visiting the Gambling Duel Space can all still be used normally."
Ji Yang cautiously poked half his body out first. After confirming Lü Kuan's condition, he immediately shouted mischievously at the top of his voice.
Then Ai Jianfeng, Ai Jianqiang, Zhuo Junfan, Yan Xiaqing, Ouyang Guo, Bai Yiqi, and Su Wei filed in one after another.
Before participating in the first duel, Su Mo had spent Survival Points to revive everyone from the Brain Box.
A year had passed. Apart from Lü Kuan and Ai Jianfeng, who had descended first, the other six had all become director-level figures in the Research Institute.
At that moment, everyone wore faint smiles, clearly very satisfied with Lü Kuan's reaction.
"You all knew already?"
Lü Kuan was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing what was going on. A bitter smile appeared on his face.
No wonder these fellows had all clamored to take leave when the schedule had been arranged yesterday.
He had thought he was an outdated old fossil who could no longer participate in the younger generation's lives. He had never expected that these fellows had joined forces to play a trick on him!
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