Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
He shrugged when I said this, before saying, “It’s not a bad feeling. However, I would still like to enter, even if only to see how much I measure if we face each other.”
I respected that honestly, “Then let’s get to it.”
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We headed to where they were signing up for the martial competition and the crowd that was already there was even crazier than before, if you could believe it.
The crowd was easily in the thousands if I had to number it, which I could. You’d never guess, but cultivators had this weird superpower to count large numbers. I call it super counting and it’s weird that no one ever bought it up.
A cultivator could tell the difference between a thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, a million, billion, trillion… I think the next one is a quadrillion.
Meh, doesn’t really matter.
We made our way through the crowd, and it was then that I saw the use of fame. Because Firecracker here was someone that many people respected, a path cut through the crowd to grant him, and by extension me, passage.
I couldn’t help liking it.
Not the vanity of it, just the peace that it offered in a sense.
Before long, we came to the front of the crowd and saw the actual line for registration. Which meant that those earlier people actually came here to see who was signing up?
Sweet circumcised cow, these people need some hobbies.
“Well, might as well join the line.”
Violet Flame Noble looked at me weirdly when I said that. Looks like joining the line isn’t something he’s used to doing. To his credit, he didn’t comment on it and simply joined the line with me.
We received several stares and whispers when this happened. It got even more animated the longer we stayed in line. Their gazes regularly shifted to me and I could hear the news about Violet Flame Noble being my servant, spreading amongst them.
I immediately understood why lines weren’t things he was a big fan of.
“Look! That's Zhili Cheng Fang!” A person shouted when a particular person made it to the front of the line.
I looked at the person who shouted and thanked
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