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
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
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
“No!” Fatty gripped his head and shouted, “Not only me, but it must have sensed them too! They are not dead! Everyone is still alive!” Subtly, Fatty’s words changed. “Everyone is still alive! No. You… You are still alive… Haha… Living inside my body…”
…
When he opened his eyes again, Fatty realised he was lying on the sandy beach. The waves lapped at his feet. He jumped up with fright.
“Are you normal now?” It was the Doctor.
Fatty turned around and realised the Doctor was lying not far away from behind him. He was relaxing inside a newly dug sandpit, using a leaf of an unknown tree to block the sunlight from his face. If not for the nightmare realm, Fatty would think he was on a holiday.
“Doctor, what is…”
“How do you feel?” Jiang Cheng removed the leaf. His eyes narrowed from the blinding sun. He told Fatty, “If you’re fine, stand up and walk around.”
Before he knew what happened, Fatty decided to listen to the Doctor. He stood up and walked around. Then, he followed Jiang Cheng’s instructions and stomped his feet a few times. “Doctor, I’m sure I’m fine. Nothing is wrong with my body.” He straightened his numb legs and asked confusedly, “I just want to know what happened. Why am I here all of a sudden? Weren’t we by the cliff?”
Jiang Cheng thought about it and said, “You fainted, and I carried you here.”
“Is that all?” Fatty blinked with suspicion.
“That’s all.”
Fatty looked around and commented helplessly, “Doctor, we’re the only ones here, so stop joking. With your laziness, why would you possibly carry me here?”
There was a blank spot in his memory. The last thing he remembered was the Doctor asking him a question. And then… he remembered nothing after that. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the beach.
Fatty saw Jiang Cheng open his mouth again, and his heart boiled. He had a feeling that this part of his missing memory was very important to him. If he could find it, certain things would become…
“You sure think highly of yourself,” Jiang Cheng mocked him, “Carry you? In your dreams.
…
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