Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
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Chapter 741.1: Three Thousand Storeys - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 384: Warning
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Chapter 493: Deal
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Chapter 1464- Double attack
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Chapter 1463.5- Moon Saint Armor
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Chapter 444 - A Big Guy Suddenly Appears
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.3: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 3
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 383: Sister Qing
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Chapter 492: Communication Through Time
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Chapter 1463- Moon Saint Armor
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Chapter 1462- Comparing equipment?
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 443 - The Lower Layer
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 78
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Chapter 740.2: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
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Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
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Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
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Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1564.5- Youth Army (Teaser)
As for the criteria for passing… it was simply staying alive.
Ye Zhongming distributed simple gray-grade equipment and weapons to the kids, dividing them into ten squads of about fifty each.
From the moment they left Black Dragon City, the ten squads began hunting, scouting, cooking—any task that needed doing, they had to do it. Ye Zhongming, the female guards, and the hundreds of battle beasts were their "masters" to serve.
This wasn’t bullying but tempering.
If these had been kids from peacetime, all five hundred would’ve been dead within a day. But these children had survived five years in the apocalypse—some as young as five or six when it began, the oldest barely over ten. Many had survived alone.
Underestimating them would be a grave mistake.
Any one of them likely had more blood on their hands than the most notorious killers of peaceful times.
Their youth had left them lagging in evolution, but that didn’t mean they weren’t adapted to this era.
After two days, the youth corps had fewer than ten casualties, half of whom would re
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