Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
An inconspicuous restaurant in London currently played host to several intelligence officers of different nationalities. Centered within their vision was a golden apple sitting on a table in the middle of the room. Each sat tensely and eyed the object with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and greed.
These officials all represented different governments and intelligence agencies. And all had the common desire to snatch the apple so that their government could study it. As sensible individuals, however, they knew they would never succeed. At least, not when they were in the heart of the UK and on such short notice.
But even this rational understanding, while initially enough to make them stay their hands, wasn’t enough to check their desires. In the end, a brawl erupted as each vied for possession of the apple
At MI13’s underground base Mr. A, using the nation’s satellite cameras, witnessed the Celtic god leap up and speed towards Buckingham Palace. He anxiously dialed his phone and ordered the Queen’s guards to double down on their defenses before turning back to the wall of surveillance monitors.
At the moment all he could do was pray that the situation did not devolve further. After all, Christ was currently walking the Earth, right? But from the corner of his eye, he noticed something strange unfold on one of the screens.
One of the screens displayed the interior of what looked like a restaurant. And in it, multiple intelligence operatives were fighting tooth and nail for a golden apple. Even his own country’s officers were involved in the tussle, and he could only sigh at the disgrace of the situation.
“What are those people doing?!” he shouted
“W-we don’t know what happened, sir. After seeing the apple, everyone went crazy.”
A scholar who had been observing the monitor wiped his sweat as he responded. He hesitated for a moment and continued, “There are no records of golden apples in Celtic mythology, but they are famous in Greek mythology. Although there was no exact description of its usage, it prompted t
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