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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Hal, who never admitted defeat, saw an absurd scene through his shadow this time—
In that remote forest, which had long been buried in his mind and forgotten, Jim… crawled out of the body bag!
Jim, who had risen from hell to seek revenge, had Hal's uncle, Harlington Maxwell, growing out of his chest!
And on Uncle Harlington's body sprouted Olive's top half!
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!"
Hal let out a gut-wrenching scream, his body convulsing violently once again. He scratched the armrest so hard it drew blood, though he wasn't aware of it.
Even in such a miserable state, Hal didn't pull his gaze away. He stared in fear at his shadow, watching the scene that was somewhat fuzzy yet could awaken the deepest memories of his soul. The world before his eyes gradually seemed to be shrouded in blood…
Jim was his good friend.
The Maxwell family had once offended a count belonging to the Kenyan Empire's industrial nouveau riche. In the span of six months, both Hal's father and uncle went bankrupt, and he went from being the spoiled young master of the family to a street urchin who wasn't even allowed to enter the school gates.
During his time of despair and helplessness, Jim, a boy who had grown up on the streets, had pulled him up.
Jim brought Hal to join the local street gang, where they received protection while taking on odd jobs to earn some money.
Having grown up on the streets himself, Jim taught Hal the rules of street survival—who not to mess with, where to get a free lunch, which restaurant discarded expired food that was still edible, and more…
One day, in a local bar where street kids frequented, Jim was killed.
The killer was the leader of their street gang, and the reason for killing Jim was that Jim had wanted to bring along Hal and the other youngsters, who hadn't yet become deeply involved in criminal activities, to work at the factory with him.
That was a large local factory, with a strong workers' union and excellent pay. It was always a cutthroat competition whenever the factory recruited workers. Jim had
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