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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1331.5- Chaos Mental Field (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1331- Chaos Mental Field
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
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 343: Penance (Teaser)
A voice came from outside the door. “Are you alright? Were you the one…” It was the guard. His voice was laced with confusion and concern. Everyone who came here to visit would be unstable when they left. The guard was used to it. After all… the place was called a healing centre, but it was really a prison. It was used to withhold many former elites. So many futures had been silenced there. The people would never live under the sun again, no matter what.
Their families were not allowed to visit. Only their former teammates were allowed that privilege. When the young man said he needed to use the toilet, he knew the man just wanted to find a quiet place to calm down. That was why he brought them there. It was secluded and rarely used.
“Sir.” He enquired, “Do you need any help?”
The sound of rushing water overwhelmed everything else. The guard believed he heard something, but he couldn’t be sure. The water got cut off, and An Xuan walked out, flinging his hands. The bangs on his forehead were wet and stuck to his face. Water dripped dow
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