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
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Irregular and rapid footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. The pair moved up the stairs as they scanned their surroundings.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Zhou Taifu’s pretentiousness was gone. His tone was gravelly and worldly. His gaze was as sharp as a knife. Beside him was naturally his partner, Xu Wen. They were also lovers.
Unlike normal romance, they didn’t meet in a bar or online. They met in a swamp deep inside Southeast Asia’s rainforest. Bullets were the background music to their tale. White maggots crawling out of skulls witnessed their love. They were both mercenaries. They worked for whoever gave them the most money. It could be the government, the guerillas, private employers, tribal leaders.
In the swampy hole that was dirty and damp, they made the promise that they’d return home and open a small supermarket market whenever they collected two billion dollars. They would have a nice, peaceful life.
But…
As the money piled up, their name became more popular in the industry. Employers like people like them. They were silent and efficient. They would do any kind of job, from defending a country to kidnapping a defenceless old man. They would kill armed soldiers and small children. The money kept coming, and heads kept rolling. The corpses piled inside the swamp, and blood coloured the stones. A rain would come and wash away everything, including their sins.
Two billion, three billion, four billion. Eventually, they forgot their initial promise. They blossomed in the murders. The thrill of the hunt overpowered everything else. Human lives were theirs to take. Only then could they be perfectly at ease.
They leaned together underneath the giant tree. The smell of blood lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of gunpowder. Shrapnel and broken body parts were scattered around them. Blood dripped down the leaves like rain. The world was silent and red.
It was at that moment that they understood.
They didn’t want money. They wanted this satisfaction that could only be garnered from claiming anot
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