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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
There was a sudden stir in Exile Town on this night.
Hearing the activity outside, Mia cast aside her covers and slid off the bed. She approached the window and peered out into the night.
There weren't any streetlights in Exile Town, and with the glow of the moon, Mia could only make out vague, elongated silhouettes darting across the streets.
"Is it those undead gentlemen, Mia?" Martina, her roommate who couldn't see a thing, propped herself up in bed but didn't rise.
"Yes," Mia replied, leaning forward with her hands clutching the windowsill, squinting as she tried to discern details. "They seem to be cheering about something with great delight."
"That's wonderful." Martina chuckled, resting a hand over her chest. "It's good to hear their voices again."
"It certainly is." Another woman, with vision as poor as Martina's, sat up from her bed too. "Not hearing the sounds they make for several nights in a row was truly unsettling."
While the former thieves loathed the clamor of players, the common folk women from Camore were very much the contrary.
In the Duchy of Shiga's eastern provinces, Taranthan epitomized the fear of the unknown, enigmatic demons, and alluring devils—folktales born of the wastelands that stood adjacent to the eastern populace for more than a thousand years.
Not to mention the terrifying monsters these women had witnessed firsthand being slain by the undead as they traveled along the tricycle caravan to Exile Town…
Although they knew Exile Town was safer than Camore Weaver District they used to live—where drunks hurled bricks at their houses for laughs, or mysterious men pounded on their doors in the dead of night—if they didn't hear the raucous noise made by the undead that protected them before falling asleep at night, a sense of unease would linger.
Mia felt her way back to her bed and sat down, listening to the renewed chatter of her roommates becoming more spirited. In the dark, a serene smile graced her lips.
She understood the unease of Martina and the others—she felt it too.
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