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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
Xia Yang was as dangerous as Situ An, but his death portrait was so powerful that Gao Ming was unwilling to give him up. A painter with a fatal illness used the death portrait gifted to him by the shadow world and became the leader of all the players in the age of tragedy. Xia Yang’s dramatic life was perfect for a movie. No one could really understand Xia Yang or guess his thoughts. His many actions were incomprehensible. For example, when he found out Gao Ming had seen many futures and decided to kill him, his choice was to have himself combined with the death portrait in a manner that none of the future timelines had seen. That way, no matter which future timeline it was, it wouldn’t come into realisation.
Gao Ming couldn’t kill someone who was already dead. Xia Yang couldn’t kill Gao Ming but used a different method to replace him.
“He’s incredibly talented but ignored by the world. He is always peaceful and gentle but has been hunting human beings in the dark. He has a fatal illness and is not long for this world, but he never surrenders to fate. Interacting with someone so complicated is like dancing on the tip of the knife.” Gao Ming was thinking about something else. It was like someone was controlling the pencil he held, and soon, a painting was completed.
Gao Ming looked down and realised that he hadn’t drawn any of the five paintings. As if to taunt the art teacher, he drew a sixth painting. In the classroom, all the students from Class 13 were killed except for Gao Ming.
Every other student’s attention was pulled to the canvas. Their souls looked like they had been pulled into the canvases. The strange and ugly clock on the wall expressed the passage of time. With each passing minute, the blood in the art room thickened.
Blood stain spread. Red paint dripped everywhere. The laughter from the taboo zone next door became shriller. The minute hand froze at the 29th minute. The students woke up from their daze. They looked at the classroom that turned red. The anxiety and fear in their eyes amplified.
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