Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 278 - Protect Lin Moyu!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 660 - The Fall of the City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 541: The Storm Suddenly Arrives
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 191: Lead the Way
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1018- Mother Wheel Space
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1017- Ye Zhongming's idea
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 877: Destiny
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 659 - Great Earthquake
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 540: Blank Paper Floating, as if Life Itself
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 158: Trade
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter - 182 Dekan's Ultimate Joy Card (Long Chapter)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 190: Patiently Holding Our Grounds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1016- Real enemy
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 238: Gamer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1015- Hunter's identity
“I want you to draw the inner reflection of your truest selves. Do not be limited by conventions. It can be abstract drawings or surreal paintings. You only need to look inside your hearts.”
After Fu San parted from the chief, he entered the newbie training room. He chased away the teacher and sat at the podium. The newbies had no idea who Fu San was. They saw the teacher respect him a lot, so they followed his orders. The paintings were sent to Fu San. He lowered his head and gave everyone his comments, “Trash and worse than trash. These can’t even be recycled. You have a life like plain water. How dumb do you need to be to draw something like this?”
So far, the biggest compliment Fu San had given was, “Your painting is like instant noodles’ flavouring landing on your shoes. It has taste, but you need to kneel down to lick it.”
The newbies’ expression changed from the initial confusion to anger. They knew that a lot of difficulties awaited them inside the investigation centre. However, this teacher didn’t teach them anything. He insulted them for no reason.
About ten minutes later, Fu San narrowed his eyes and lifted his head for the first time, “Who drew this?” He raised the paper. It had the painting of a cock with five ‘fingers’.
“I did.” Xiao Yong stood up. In the past, he thought the centre was mysterious, but after starting the training, he realised the centre was completely different from what he had thought.
“Why did you draw a chicken?” Fu San burned the painting before Xiao Yong’s eyes. “Did all the chickens you ate look like this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I merely drew what I believe myself to be. The cry of a cockerel wakes up the sun. I hope the sun will return to Han Hai’s sky. I will inherit the dreams of the seniors before me and fight the ghosts to my death!” Xiao Yong said loudly.
“Do you think the sun will come up for a chicken?” Fu San smiled, “Tonight, you will patrol the inside of this building with me.” Xiao Yang wanted to counter, but he was pulled back by the perso
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