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!
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
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
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 250: Infiltration (Teaser)
“They are tortured until they are dragged out on the ground and tossed out the door like bags of trash.” The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves to reveal the scar on his arm that was like a centipede. “They will return to the real world safely and then…” He glanced at the door. The night was falling. “Majority of them will mentally collapse and choose to end their lives.” He added, “Before the next nightmare arrives.”
It was hard to imagine, but the fear instilled by Deep Red was stronger than the nightmare realm. The middle-aged man turned to Jiang Cheng with his eagle eyes. It felt like the dark night was his real domain.
Jiang Cheng moved his lips. “What about the minority of them?”
The middle-aged man was startled. Then, his pupils narrowed. Eventually, he said, “Young man, you are sharper than I thought.”
“You said the majority of them,” Jiang Cheng said, “So I assumed.”
“Not bad,” The man nodded. “There is a small batch of them. They were so small that we had stupidly neglected them before.” The middle-aged man took a deep br
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