Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 209: You Said It
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 392: The Dirt Mound on the Hill
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.1: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3707: Searching for Clues
Bai Zhi walked out of the maze and completed the survival game in just one minute.
The clown, who had been forced to attack the Wall-nut for a few seconds, rushed back out of the black door just in time to see Bai Zhi open the white door, step inside, and nonchalantly step out again.
Bai Zhi sauntered over to the clown and lazily extended a hand, palm up. "Welp, game over. Pay up. You said it yourself, enter the black door, then exit the white door. I've clearly done it in that order, so it's time to hold up your end of the bargain."
"But you're cheating!" The clown howled, glaring at Bai Zhi.
"Nuh-uh, this is what you call a perfectly rational solution that strictly obeys the rules of the game."
Bai Zhi rolled his eyes and rubbed his middle finger and thumb together in a near-universally-understood gesture.
"I'm too busy to spend half an hour lost in such a dangerous maze playing hide-and-seek with the likes of you. Hurry up, gimme the money, I've got places to be! Or are you just a sore loser?"
The clown huffed and puffed indignantly, it's chest heaving with suppressed fury. Just as Bai Zhi thought it might have an aneurysm, the clown shoved a stack of pale-yellow cards that looked made of jade into his hands with a frustrated, impotent roar.
"Get the Heaven out! People like you are not welcome here!"
"Tch, don't hate the player, hate the game, loser."
Smirking derisively as he tossed out that sick burn, Bai Zhi pocketed the jade-like cards and coolly walked out of the shop. As he got to the door, the sounds of a table being flipped could clearly be heard coming from behind him.
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[ Item Name: Hell Dollar ]
[ Type: Special ]
[ Class: Normal ]
[ Description: Used as currency in special locations. Can be converted to in-game Coins at a rate of 1 HD to 10 Coins ]
[ Amount: 100 ]
[ Note: The Noble bookstore would have avoided doom, if you had written but one volume.* ]
Bai Zhi's interest was immediately piqued upon reding the description. "Well hey, these things aren't half as worthless as I thought! So 100 Hell Do
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*Derivative of a Chinese figure of speech. The original phrase is "Since you're so good at spinning a story, why don't you write a book?" as a lighthearted dig at people who are good at cleverly talking their way out of a situation. Netizens took the association further, evolving a variety of rhyming couplets about how bookstores would be saved from destruction or having to close down, *if only* the target of the jibe had used their talents to write a bestseller.
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