Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1071- Seen
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 896: Departure
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1070- Two secrets
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 300 - Apologies To Everyone; Level 37 Godly General
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 663 - The Captured Mastermind
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 662 - The Decline of a Nation
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 2: All the Demons Are Joining the Civil Service… Guess I’ll Be the Demon King Then
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 568: Will Spring Come?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 188: Aged Woman
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 266: Surgical Room
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1069- Underground Dungeon
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 895: Yellow Heaven
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1068.5- Collector (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.1 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 299 - Even Without The Undead Legions, I'll Kill You All the Same!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 567: Listen, There's Thunder in the Distance
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 265: Taboo Game
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This was a wondrous world.
A rhombus-shaped sun hung high in the sky, and the soil was a fiery red.
Spotted rodentapedes were happily basking in the sun. They were like fusions of rats and centipedes, with the heads of rats but segmented bodies and six legs bearing sharp claws that could help them swiftly dig through the soil.
Oileye butterflies beat their wings as they sought prey. These were carnivorous butterflies that would land on their targets and then jab them with their long and sharp proboscis, injecting a kind of liquid that would liquefy the flesh into something they could suck up. While they were doing this, they wouldn't let go or even move, even if one tried to grab them.
A three-headed monkey sat on a ghost-faced tree, boredly looking around. Grabbing a louse from its body, it was unable to decide which head should eat it, so it instead offered it to the face on the tree. The face opened its mouth, grabbing the louse with a green tongue and chowing down, moaning in satisfaction.
Rain didn't come from the sky, but from d
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