Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Heaven'
Translator/Editor: Sylver135
An unknown isolated island, a place called "Heaven".
"Oh! My dear HELL, I welcome you to Heaven'. I believe that this time you will continue to bring me surprises." A hunched old man as thin as a stick, wearing a white lab coat and white rimmed glasses turned around. Using the words skin and bones to describe him could not be more fitting. Especially his head, it is practically no different from a skeleton's, but the pair of old eyes behind the white rimmed glasses radiated a terrifying glow like that of a poisonous snake.
Behind him is placed one after another 1 meter wide, multiple meters tall cylinder shaped vessels. Inside they are filled with or green, or blood red, or deep blue fluids. Countless tubes and circuits connecting them¦ And within each vessel, is reflected the figure of a person¦ That's right, people! From their body figures, they are also one after another undeveloped children.
"This time it really is a surprise." A tall black clothed man threw the ragged clothed boy in his hand onto the ground. The boy looked only 8 or 9 years old, being thrown on the ground he did not move, his breathing could virtually not be felt, his condition as if dead.
"Hoho, it's actually a person that has contracted the Isrock virus¦" The white clothed hunched old man saw this boy's situation with just a casual glance: "Ohohoho! Hatred! I feel hatred from his body! So young and yet able to release such a deep-rooted hatred. My dear HELL, you have indeed given me a surprise, because this is exactly what I need. Coldness and hatred, are what a top-tier killing machine need to have the most. Although, only hatred is not enough, 1309 of the 1352 children that you've brought over the years have already died from my experiments, just how long can he last. Trash, do not have the qualifications to become one of my great works."
"Humph, he is infected with Isrock and was buried alive by his family. Two days later I dug him out, he was still alive. I believe that his willpower will not disap
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