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 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Han Fei frowned after reading many dark things. Even he felt uncomfortable, much less a normal individual. The darknet wasn’t supposed to be accessible to everyone. One could get entrapped in it easily. Those with twisted mindsets would get even more twisted, and normal people would slowly sink into becoming monsters. This grey zone was not as gory as the cryptic world, but it was dirtier than the cryptic world.
Through some research and observation, Han Fei managed to join a death chat group. Every member’s info was private. Everyone used code names. There were the main admin and three mods in each group. There were no rules to the chats. They shared and created deaths.
The thing that chilled Han Fei the most was these were the same person who would greet you with a smile in the morning.
“The main purpose of the murderer’s clubhouse is to infiltrate the higher-level of society, the Sunday Night School is there to cultivate future core members, and Death Chat Groups influence normal people. The three are insidiously corrupting the city like a virus.”
Not long after he joined the group, someone approached Han Fei. They were very sharp. When they noticed Han Fei was an unfamiliar account, they wanted to kick him out. A new member had to gain the approval of the old members and admin to join the Death Chat Group. Of course, there were those special cases that were directly invited by the admin.
To understand his enemy better, Han Fei used a lot of money to buy a virtual account that could escape monitoring on the black market. He named himself Sunny Boy. Then he started his plan. Han Fei was basically a walking encyclopedia of death after what he had experienced in the cryptic world. He had a wealth of actual experience, and he was familiar with criminal psychology. His friends were either crazed murderers or ghosts. In less than half an hour, he managed to draw those bastards’ attention. However, Han Fei didn’t act desperate. Diamond would shine wherever it was. As he communicated with others, he created a horri
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