Today, I'm Going to Rage-Charge to Seventy Thousand!

"...Holy shit, it actually dropped!?"

Seeing the Age Book inside the dungeon reward chest, Fang Mo found it a little unbelievable.

Although he really wanted to visit Arad Continent, there were countless worlds across the heavens. The odds of opening the exact Age Book he wanted were practically lower than winning the lottery.

"Did my luck just explode?"

After controlling Steve to take out the Age Book, Fang Mo could not help wiping his face.

He had only just returned to the Overworld, and Fang Mo had originally wanted to explore the map a little more... while checking for nearby Immersive Engineering ore veins, so his little partner could set up the wheel fighters more easily.

But after seeing this Age Book—

Fang Mo knew his previous plans would have to be put on hold for now.

If the movies that had influenced Fang Mo the most were all kinds of superhero films, then aside from MC, the games that had influenced him most were probably DNF and League of Legends. At the same time, they were also Old Ma's two greatest money-printing machines.

Fang Mo vaguely remembered when that damned game had first come out.

It had been absolute torture.

The old Level 60 version... there had been way too many things that could one-shot you. Only people who had played it would understand.

Fang Mo had lost his temper so many times that he could no longer remember the count.

Frozen to death by Zombies, worn down to death by Second Spine, burned to death by Lava Cave, cut down in one slash by Shaying, beaten to death by Nateya's club, enraged to death by the Headless Horseman's absurd healing speed...

Honestly, after going through all that, Fang Mo finally realized something: there was a limit to being