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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
It was 3:30 p.m. on Earth, but it was six in the early morning in-game. The original leader of the Sacred Crows bandit gang, "Razor" Hal Maxwell, emerged from his tent and surveyed his surroundings expressionlessly.
The designated construction site for the Adventurer's Guild had transformed from an abandoned block into a bustling construction site. The guild's hall, still under construction, was surrounded by iron pipes and a net made of an unknown material (it was actually just scaffolding). Half-meter-deep foundations had also been dug out for the living area meant for job instructors.
Given the enthusiasm these eerie undead had for "work," Hal reckoned that he might be able to move out of his cramped tent in another half month or so.
However, he didn't feel the least bit happy about such a thing.
On the contrary, as construction progressed, Hal's heart got colder. He was in his thirties and had no intention of sacrificing his whole life in this godforsaken wasteland, surrounded by a bunch of skeletons, zombies, and an evil black mage!
A few skeletons with strange squarish characters floating above their heads passed by, and one of them glanced at Hal who was standing before his tent.
Hal remained motionless, his hand slowly inching toward the hilt of his trusty longsword.
The player lowered his head, glanced at the game time displayed by the system, and, realizing it was not yet time to disturb Hal, continued to chat with his companions as they walked away.
A disappointed Hal released his grip on the sword hilt…
These strange undead were indeed becoming smarter, making it increasingly difficult for him to find "legitimate" opportunities to strike them down.
Sighing, Hal picked up some breakfast ingredients and headed to Tuttle's tent.
Tuttle Joe, who was born into a good family, was the most meticulous among them when it came to the finer details of life. With the same ingredients, Tuttle always managed to create more delicious dishes than anyone else. It had become a habit for Hal and the treasure ex
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