Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Nightmare Assault
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
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 487 - They Not Only Restrained You, But Also Hampered Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1117: The Aid of the Heavens
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1529- Forceful killing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 486 – The Second Primordial Rune
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 100.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 774.2: Family Troubles Are Difficult for Everyone - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 544: White Pig
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1528- Sudden change
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 485 – Complete Lightning Elemental Immunity
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1116: Strength
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1527- Badly injured
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 484 - Even If I Were To resurrect, I Wouldn't Be Me Anymore
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 99
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 774.1: Family Troubles Are Difficult for Everyone - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 410: Monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 543: Black Donkey
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1526.5- Molting Life
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1115: Resolution
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1617- Open (Teaser)
"Spade, you’re not planning to brush us off with just this information, are you?"
Inside Governor Spade’s camp, dozens of people sat around a bonfire. Though they were all leaders of various factions with high evolution levels and little fear of the cold, having a warm fire nearby was still a comfort they appreciated.
The speaker was a burly man with no arms—instead, he had two mechanical limbs. His skin tone suggested South American origins.
Among these leaders, fewer than five dared speak to the mountainously obese Governor Spade in such a tone. This mechanical-armed man was one of them: Vincent "Severed Arms", head of the Viscous Guild.
"This information... isn’t enough?"
Spade smiled amiably at Severed Arms, his tone deceptively mild.
Yet everyone else felt a chill.
"You know more. Far more detailed than this." Severed Arms didn’t back down, staring straight at Spade.
The others knew this was true, but none dared say it aloud.
Governor Spade chuckled coldly, his layers of fat quivering.
His silence was answer enough.
However, he’d
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