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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 336: Miao Family Camp
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 415: Family and Home
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 58.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 414: I Need to Be Insane to See My Family
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1330- Simple Modification
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 335: Promise
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1018: Remains of the Dead
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1017: Black Grain
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1329- Air battle explodes
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 387 - Speedrun; Mo Xinghe Ascends To Godhood
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 57.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 692.2: It's Merely Schemes and Intrigues - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3866: Returning with Nothing
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 334: Don't Worry
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 413: Early Love?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1328- Three versus three
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1016: Striking Back from Desperate Straits
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 386 - I'll Use This As A Bethrothal Gift
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 342: Door (Teaser)
“Number?”
“A00131.”
“Visitation target?”
“B04149.”
“Where’s the approval slip?” The man’s tone became serious. “Please understand. Even though your personal accessibility level is high, the visitation…”
BEEP
The guard in the blue uniform received a message. He looked at the screen on his wristwatch, and his face dropped. “No. A00131, your visitation application has been approved. However, please follow the rules here. Singular visitation hours cannot be more than 30 minutes. You cannot have intimate interaction with the target. You cannot mention…”
“Thank you.” Before he finished, the young man before him pushed the door and walked through it. Then, he closed it.
He raised his eyes, and his gaze trembled. Even though he’d come here after every mission, he’d be assaulted by disappointment whenever he saw this. It was the same. A man with listless eyes lay on an iron bed. His limbs were bound by white straps. His neck was fixed in place by a soft leather belt. All he could move was his eyes.
An Xuan pulled the stool over and sat before
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