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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
TLN: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Republic of Kenya…
The Eastern part of Africa is home to the cradle of humanity. The Republic of Kenya, a nation forged in the 20th century had unfortunately not yet managed to remove the trappings of underdevelopment. Rampant corruption and economic mismanagement left the people with very little trust in the government, and this was compounded by the perception of the government as an agent of oppression rather than support.
Because Kenya was not as rich in oil resources as the Middle East and didn’t occupy a major geopolitical position, it did not have as much support as certain other countries.
For Kenya, this was both a curse and a boon. If it was like the Middle East, rebel forces could be easily cultivated with the support of major powers. This could have flung the country into a protracted conflict. On the other hand, however, the lack of a solid resistance meant that the government had no major opposition, and officials were rarely dissuaded from lining their own pockets and abusing their powers. After all, what little resistance there was could not shake their positions. Still, a few pockets of secession had sprung up in recent years and put up as much of a fight as their means could allow.
But after months of confrontation with the government forces, the resistance had finally come to a dead end.
The rebels were hiding in the last village, waiting for their desperate fate to come.
“Sister Mirda, Sister Mirda, please pull yourself together!”
The last vestiges of the resistance took shelter inside dilapidated tents in an abandoned village filled with ruins of brick and stone houses. Many people let out heartbreaking cries.
An eighty-year-old woman with a face full of wrinkles laid down on a soft coverlet. She was dressed in a nun’s garb, and her eyes looked gently upon the crying person next to
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