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 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)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Lin Moyu sat in meditation, his Skeletal Warrior standing guard beside him. At the dungeon entrance, over ten people lingered, yet none dared to approach. The presence of his Skeletal Warrior was too intimidating, striking fear into the hearts of those nearby.
It was better this way—no one would disturb him.
Lin Moyu waited for the cooldown to pass. In 12 hours, he could enter the dungeon again. As he meditated, his spirit force gradually replenished. By the next entry, he would be able to summon four additional Skeletal Warriors.
Night fell, and Lin Moyu finished meditating. His spirit force was nearly restored. At the dungeon entrance, bonfires sprang to life, with groups gathered to roast meat. The aroma filled the air, growing more enticing with added seasonings. These people were seasoned veterans, well-prepared for life in the wilderness. Unlike Lin Moyu, who had only brought some sweet potatoes.
His stomach growled, and he reached for his food, only to realize his sweet potatoes were gone. He recalled giving them all to Ning Yiyi. The thought of her mischievous smile brought a faint grin to his face. Left with little choice, he took out some steamed buns.
“Brother, want to join us?” Someone called out, waving him over. A group was roasting an unknown type of meat, the scent rich and mouthwatering. The speaker was a young man in his twenties, likely a support.
Lin Moyu shook his head, declining politely. The young man didn’t press him and returned to his meal.
“Wang Yi, why did you call him over?” Someone asked.
“Yeah, he’s been weirdly quiet since he got here.” Another added. “Plus, those undead summons by his side are creepy.”
Wang Yi, the young man who called out to Lin Moyu, smiled, “He seems normal to me, just not much of a talker. Besides, he’s never caused trouble. I think you guys are reading him wrong.”
Wang Yi cut off a large chunk of roasted meat, placed it on a plate, and walked over to Lin Moyu, “Brother, have some. You shouldn’t just eat steamed buns.”
Lin Moyu glanced at him but said nothing. W
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