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!
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
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
Hal Maxwell, whether judged by the moral standards of Chinese people or natives of the Navalon Continent, would undoubtedly be classified as a scoundrel.
He was unquestionably self-serving, cold-hearted, and capable of adapting to any circumstances; at least, he would lower his head for the sake of his comrades. In an orderly society, he would certainly be unwelcome, but when placed in a gray area where law was non-existent, he could still hold a leadership position in a small team or organization.
In short, whatever could move Rex certainly didn't hold the same for Hal. He patiently listened to Blossoming Strokes introduce the situation of those three rescued individuals and responded by laughing.
Not only did he respond with mockery, but Hal also rolled his eyes at the players as if they were idiots. "What does that have to do with me? Why would I want to meet such disgusting scum?"
Players: "What the heck?!"
Blossoming Strokes raised a hand to signal everyone to not rush into criticizing. Then, still brimming with confidence, she looked toward Hal and asked, "Are you sure, Hal? Have you really decided to not lend a hand to help Ossirian and the other two?"
Hal had only listened to these undead because he had nothing better to do. Now his patience was nearly spent, so he waved his hand dismissively, shooing them away. "Cut the crap and scram. Get out of my tent."
"Do you still remember Jim?" asked Blossoming Strokes.
Hal's annoyed expression instantly froze.
Blossoming Strokes continued calmly, "Your friend from the industrial city in the north of the Kenyan Empire you met when schooling… Wait, no. Jim couldn't have met you while you were still studying at a prestigious institution. You met him after you stopped going to school. You let Jim die before, didn't you?"
Hal's stiff face turned grim, and the skin around his eyes tightened. He stared at Blossoming Strokes with a murderous look that could kill.
The threat of death was something that players least cared about, so even though Hal closely resembled a real e
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