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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
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
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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