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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Before six in the morning, dairy farmer Chris bid farewell to his wife, parents, and siblings, just as he did every morning. Then, he mounted his tricycle and set off to deliver milk to the various customer households before breakfast.
At about 7:30, Chris delivered the second last bucket of milk in his cart to the head chef of an estate, then started off toward Weisshem.
Before marrying his wife, he had delivered milk to the family inn run by the Doyles for many years.
Since the advent of powdered milk with artificial sweeteners added, fresh milk, which spoiled easily, was no longer as popular as it was when Chris was a child. In recent years, business had been declining for Chris' family, and the Doyles were their last stable customers in Weisshem.
Riding through bumpy dirt roads, Chris arrived at the town of Weisshem around eight. Humming a tune, he turned onto the town's much smoother cobblestone road and slowly approached the town gate.
When he was about 200 or so meters from the gate, Chris craned his neck forward in surprise.
Weisshem was relatively quiet during the day, and it usually didn't get lively until after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Yet it was just early in the morning, so why were there so many people crowded around the gate?
Could today be some sort of festival in Weisshem? I haven't heard of it, though, Chris wondered while squinting to have a better look.
As he got closer, around a hundred meters away to the gates, Chris suddenly felt something wasn't right.
Why are those moving figures at the gate… so thin?
As he pedaled a little further, Chris suddenly squeezed the brakes in panic, and his tricycle came to a halt.
Those weren't thin people at all! Those moving figures at the town gate were all skeletons!
"O' Lady Gold Coin?!" Chris was dumbfounded. "Wh-what's going on! Wait! Is Mrs. Doyle alright?!"
Many men couldn't get along with their mothers-in-law, but Chris was close with Mrs. Doyle. His entire family liked this kind-hearted lady and supported Chris' choice of a wife, belie
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