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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Tables were placed in the village center. Many villagers were already there. They were very happy as they looked forward to the future. The villagers here loved to smile.
“The chief is here!”
“Applause!”
“Wait! He hasn’t even spoken yet!”
“Wonderful!”
“Idiot! You say that after the speech is over!”
The chief was well-respected. He had given his life to the village. The chief got up the simple platform. He looked down at the familiar faces. He didn’t want to see their eyes, so he looked away.
Grave Village was built inside a giant hole. It was the trash center for other cities. The people living aboveground kept throwing trash into the whole. Due to the bad living environment, there were no normal villagers around Grave Village. Everyone was deformed in some ways. They might be normal on the inside, but on the outside, they were monsters.
The old chief looked up. As more trash was sent into the hole, the deeper the village would be buried. The villagers would never get out. Stench lingered in the air, but the villagers didn’t mind. The trash was a treasure for them. They had to process the trash to earn money to buy medicine to prolong their miserable lives.
The world under the sun created trash, and people threw trash into the whole. People paid the villagers to process the trash. This sounded natural, but it was not what the chief wanted.
A ghost lived under the village. The village could never move. Therefore, the chief hoped the people outside would stop throwing rubbish into the hole, but they would come down to help improve and change the situation inside the hole. Grave Village didn’t need the negative and dirty things. The chief had hope, but he underestimated humanity’s wickedness and greed.
“Under the leadership of Chief Fu, everyone at Grave Village has lived a wonderful life. Now, it’s time for the chief’s speech!” A young man in a suit next to the stage said. He was handsome, cheerful, and clean. He was out of place at Grave Village.
The villagers quieted down. They looked up at the chief.
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