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
I’ll Take That Opportunity
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 522: Shock
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1500.5- Distribution is a problem
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 88.1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1099: Charge
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 470 - The Dragonkind’s Battle Puppets
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1500- Distribution is a problem
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 29 - Obtaining The Fire Spirit Stones
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 759.1: In the Great Liang, the Surname Chen Calls the Shot - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3892: Plundering the Medicinal Gardens
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 400: Call
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 521: Growth of a Tree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1499.5- Who gets the pearl
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1499- Who gets the pearl
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 28 – Child Of Destiny Lin Zisheng
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 758.3: Suddenly, a Deceased Person Came to Mind - Part 3
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 520: Switch
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1498.5- Legacy Pearl
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 87.2
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"Hey Jack, your big moose is becoming as ordinary as your name."
A voice made Jack, who was feeding his war beast, turn his head with a frown. He saw Adron swaying toward him, his dreadlocks bouncing, followed by a tall, snow-white, mutated moose that strutted proudly through the camp just like its owner.
"You shameless bastard, get the hell away from me!"
Jack cursed and continued feeding his mount. Moose, being one of the few herbivorous lifeforms left in the apocalypse, were picky eaters—only mutated plants above level four could satisfy them.
What Jack held in his hand was a mutated plant called Black Fern Sedge. This particular one was level four; its demon crystal had already been extracted, leaving about five pounds of leaves and stems.
It might seem like a lot, but for a mutated moose weighing over a ton—sometimes close to two—it was barely a drop in the bucket.
Yes, Jack’s mutated moose was starving.
In North America, in Alaska, this wasn’t unusual.
This place was different from the other continents. There were large, discipl
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