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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
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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