Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
What am I to look at! How can I look around? I can't even move!
Ackerman's pupils were trembling, a sign of his internal struggle.
He saw the bookstore owner's warm, amicable smile and seemed to sense deep-rooted ridicule and malice.
The bookstore owner was viewing him as if he was a helpless marionette caught in a trap. The more the owner watched, the more enthusiastic he got.
This fellow has definitely seen through my disguise a long time ago!
Ackerman had reckoned that the bookstore owner was oblivious when he had smartly pretended to be an ordinary customer and said he was "just looking around".
This bookstore owner had snidely replied with "Go ahead and look around."
This meant that he wanted to see the fear and helplessness in this trespasser's eyes. The meaning couldn't be anymore implicit—This had been an unadorned threat!
Didn't you wish to just look around? Go ahead and look. I shan't stop you. You can't move?
Sorry, this is merely my pet unintentionally acting up.
Ackerman had never experienced such humiliation before.
He could easily be killed, yet this bookstore owner had an ulterior motive!
But unfortunately for Ackerman, it was helpless no matter how much he struggled to even move a muscle.
The veins on his temple were bulging and his eyes were entirely bloodshot. It could be said that he was using every ounce of strength in his entire body.
He swore that if it were under normal circumstances, the current strength he was using was enough to pound the bookstore's entire neighborhood to dust in a single punch.
However, on the outside, the current scene appeared like him frozen in place, staring at that rose without moving the slightest.
He was being constricted by a formless power and simply had no way of budging.
Even more terrifying was that Ackerman felt himself 'wasting away'.
Whatever he had within his soul was currently being ravenously 'devoured' by the rose's eyeball.
To put it in an analogy, Ackerman felt as if he was a jelly dessert, firm in its plastic case at first. But now, the cover had b
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