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
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 280 - Is He Planning To Trap Me Here Until I Die?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 543: Make Her Stay
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 193: A Timely Deliverance of a Pillow to Someone Dozing Off
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3797: Honesty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1022- Centaur Slash
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 241: Serious Symptom
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 161: Asumu
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1021- White Jade Centaur
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 879: Nearby Horizon
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 279 - If It Happens Again, You'll Lose That Eye Of Yours
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 661 - Reaping What One Has Sown
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 542: There Are Really Friends in a Distant Land
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3796: The Materials Gathered
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 192: Inevitable Downfall
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1020- So that was the case
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 240: Relationship
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1019- Afterlife Clip
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 160: Revenge
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Eight arms reached out from behind Gao Ming. The God of Flesh and Blood tore down all the death portraits. The shadow churned. The sharp trills of ghosts were ear-piercing, but Gao Ming didn’t care.
“I need to change the fate of half the citizens in the city. If one person can’t handle the world after waking up, then I’ll awaken the entire Han Hai and have them see the real world together.” The death portraits in the shadow world were the tickets to enter Han Hai. Those who possessed a death portrait were the ones chosen by the shadow world and had the potential to become fate’s loopholes.
The black-and-white portraits were sent into the torture room by God. The shackled Situ An saw the portraits flutter around him like snowflakes. He resisted the pain and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with madness. All of these should be his, but he had reunited with his family in another manner. He stood alone on the snowy battlefield. There were corpses everywhere. He was the only one bound and faced the endless dark abyss alone. His body shiv
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