Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
November 8, Earth time, Friday. The day of the auction for the coveted items that players had been eagerly anticipating.
After resting on the Earth plane for over 10 hours, Yang Qiu returned to the OtherWorld plane at four in the morning. As he stepped out of the spatial rift, he wasn't just greeted by brilliant sunlight filtering through the leaves of the forest but also by a foul-smelling and decaying monster.
This corrupted creature lay in the spot where Yang Qiu had previously made his breakthrough. It seemed completely startled by the sudden appearance of the spatial rift and was now staring blankly at Yang Qiu.
"Another fallen one." Yang Qiu observed, examining this monster that had already lost its human semblance. From its blood-red pupils where spirituality and madness intertwined, he deduced the true identity of this creature. With a shake of his head, he raised a hand and made a slight gesture.
The corrupted creature, the size of a small elephant, rapidly disintegrated into black dust, settling on the ground.
The agreed time frame with Inspector Lowell had been three days (OtherWorld time). However, it was now the fifth day since, and Yang Qiu wondered if Lowell had been driven insane by the relentless players.
After a moment's hesitation, Yang Qiu temporarily abandoned the idea of recruiting a few more usable characters from the Sorensen Mountains. Instead, he summoned an undead lizard and returned to Weisshem.
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Upon seeing Lowell, Yang Qiu wasn't particularly surprised to see a face filled with numb bitterness.
"You're late," Lowell stated expressionlessly.
"Sorry, the recovery took longer than I expected," Yang Qiu apologized. "Have things been going smoothly these past few days?"
"Depends on how you define 'smooth,'" Lowell replied, his face still wooden. "Like Rex being questioned by a representative of the Bartalis family, or a mercenary group preparing to invade and plunder—"
"What did you say?" Yang Qiu's eyes lit up.
Lowell frowned. "The Bartalis family sent an arrogant steward t
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