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
The second batch of cooking was almost done, and Rex came over.
This young but experienced weapons master, after taking a look at the two civilians waiting at the side to help, gestured to Liu Meng to give him a portion.
Then, in front of Mrs. Doyle and Chris, he drank half the bowl of soup in one go.
Mrs. Doyle remained unfazed, her smile unchanged. Chris, though less experienced with the ways of the world, visibly relaxed, accepting the fact that the undead hadn't tampered with their food.
As the meal distribution party set off again, it came to a halt in the middle section of the town's main street for quite some time.
The two largest establishments, "Gold Coast" and "Elegant Dreams," were located in the middle of the main street, and 40% of the town's sex workers were concentrated in these two venues. What set them apart from other establishments was the presence of quite a few "special commodities," namely orcs.
Establishments with inadequate power couldn't afford to recruit orcs for business. The reason was simple: the cost of managing orcs was much higher than managing humans. No matter how weak these orcs were, when given the chance, they could still kill.
Standing beside the steaming and fragrant pot with a large ladle was an orc who was just as physically weak and bore the marks of confinement. This was sufficient to allay the fears of the other orcs, who had banded together after the rapid change of circumstances. At the two establishments, dozens of orcs, some of whom recognized Ossirian and Lyka, rushed forward to hug them excitedly.
Rex stepped back, leaving the situation to Ossirian and Lyka. It was up to them to soothe their fellow orcs.
Players, who couldn't understand what was being said, crowded around at the side and made idle chat.
"Does this game have racial discrimination too? NPCs are forced into the flesh trade, but humans seem well-fed, while the orcs are skin and bones," Yang Ying remarked.
"There has to be. Our undead race faces quite significant discrimination as well." Tang
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