Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 66.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1388- Similar request
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 451: Two Paths
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1387- Compromise
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.03.1 - Late September's Whispers
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 358: Left
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 708: Who's The One Who Came From Hell
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1044: Floating Platform
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 406 - If You Want to Kill Me, You'd Better Show Some Real Effort
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 706: When Dark Clouds Gather
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Bai Yiyuan's voice brimmed with disbelief, “You actually found it?”
“I’m not sure.” Lin Moyu replied, still shaken.
The memory felt surreal—almost like a dream. Part of him wondered if it had been a misconception.
Meng Anwen asked, “Tell us. What exactly did you see?”
Lin Moyu recalled carefully, “It was a pitch-black space. I saw a point of light, and when it exploded, I saw other points. It felt like each one represented a skill, but they were all dormant. It’s hard to explain.”
But Meng Anwen understood. That elusive, unreal sensation—he had felt it himself long ago.
And by the time he finally discovered the skills’ source, he had already surpassed level 80.
Lin Moyu, on the other hand, was only level 50, with ample time and opportunities ahead.
Meng Anwen asked, “What did that space look like to you?”
Lin Moyu thought hard. After a moment, he said, unsure, “Like a starry sky. Each point... like a silent, extinguished star.”
Both Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan looked surprised.
Lin Moyu noticed, “Teachers? Is something wrong?”
Meng Anwe
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