Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 710: Some Flowers Bloom Only for One Person
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 359: Ring
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 452: Two Buses
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 709: Yun Jianyue Who Can't Be Imprisoned
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1388- Similar request
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 451: Two Paths
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 454: Tunnel (Teaser)
After leaving the God of the Past’s death realm, Gao Ming confirmed that his memory had been tweaked by fate. He and most of the citizens in Han Hai were raised in captivity. Their futures had been decided. However, Gao Ming was presented with a chance to change everything. He might be the first person to really leave Han Hai.
The main road that led out of the city was wide and clean, as if many vehicles were using it daily. Who would have thought it would be an illusion?
No one knew where the cars that left the city went. Perhaps they had never left Han Hai.
The basin that was made from the altar crackled. Underneath the dancing flame were the death portraits. One could see crying faces among them.
“The black mist is getting thicker.” Teacher Lee looked at the pictures that were thinning. She felt a wave of despair. There was no signal on her phone, and the GPS was not working. They were on the familiar path, but it felt like they were moving to a different world.
“Teacher, I’m scared. My grandma is physically unwell. She’s waiting a
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