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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Seconds turned into minutes as the rays of the sun slowly began to tilt. Soon, 5 p.m. arrived on silent feet. As luck would have it, the Players were not harassed by a single supernatural entity, nor did any strange incidents occur while they had their late lunch.
By now, each Player was in the best shape they could be, given the circumstances. Traveler estimated that they had one hour before sundown, when all would be plunged into darkness once more. In other words, it was do or die—if they failed to complete the quest objective in that time, then they were surely headed for another reload. The party would have their memories wiped, and would have to start over from the beginning.
Reloading itself wasn't something unpleasant, but another reload meant facing off against more supernatural entities, without the advantage of experience—a terrifying prospect. If it came to that, it was no exaggeration to say that they were in for a hellish time.
"Whaddayathink? Can you break through?"
Six people stood around the stairwell, looking up.
The stairway that should normally have continued up to the roof exhibited a strange deviation as it shot straight up into the ceiling. There was no door or any form of opening, so the only way to get to the roof was to smash their way through.
Going through the window was not an option, since that would draw the attention of the invisible creatures that crawled up and down the outside of the building.
The other Players stood on the fifth and sixth steps of the stairs, just behind Iron Blood. The ceiling was so close that they could almost touch it if they reached their hands out.
To answer Bai Zhi's question, Iron Blood let his actions speak for themselves. He retrieved a set of steel knuckles from his Inventory and put them on. They gleamed a deep ruby color.
[ Item Name: Flaming Knuckles ]
[ Type: Weapon ]
[ Class: Rare ]
[ Wight: 5kg ]
[ Durability: 30 / 45 ]
[ Effect 1: Flame - Attacks are imbued with fire and inflict burns. ]
[ Effect 2: Heavy Blows - Upon activation
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