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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
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The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
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The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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Chapter 314: How Would I Know
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Chapter 393: Your Despair is My Everday
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Chapter 1299.5- Coincidence (2)
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Chapter 1000: Rout
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Chapter 689- Unorthodox methods
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Chapter 1299- Coincidence
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 51
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 674: Woman Like a Sword
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Chapter 1298- First mission
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Chapter 1297- Secret Realm exploration
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 313: Excuse
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Chapter 392: Sad Future
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Chapter 999: One Versus Six
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Chapter 688- Firestone Castle
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Chapter 371 - Dragonblood Lizard; The Detection Spell Is Never Wrong
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Chapter 50.2
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 85: Paper Can Never Cover Fire
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Chapter 673: When the Rain Continues
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The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin Chapter 101: Finally Some Pants After a Hundred Chapters (Teaser)
The old craftsman had never seen anything like this in his entire life.
For what he knew, "summons" fought with their own abilities. Never before had he heard of someone providing weapons to their summons.
Yet today, this strange youngster in his shop was doing just that.
He watched in amazement as this bunch of younglings, each with a little leaf sprouting from their heads, wandered around his store, trying out various weapons. At first, he was worried these little potato beings might knock over his cabinets, but surprisingly, they were careful, moving about without causing any issue.
Still, it was quite a sight. The little potato beings seemed unsure of what gear they wanted, trying out almost everything in the shop. If something was out of their reach, they'd look up at the old craftsman expectantly, and he'd have to help them get it down.
And once he was done helping one, another would require his help. This went on continuously and left the old craftsman rather exhausted.
After what felt like an eternity, the little potatoes fina
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