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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
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
Sometimes, it doesn't rain but it pours—that was what Bai Zhi thought as he stared at his phone.
In his single-minded pursuit of making a thousand comments, he had left replies on all kinds of threads... and promptly been suspended for a day for spamming meaningless, irrelevant content.
"Hmph! O Player's Forum, how petty you are. Welp, not like I need you!"
With a disapproving sniff, he haughtily closed the window and flopped back onto the couch. If the food didn't arrive soon, Bai Zhi was sure he would be the first Player to die of hunger.
The minutes ticked by as he lay on the couch, stiff as a board. It must have been some ten minutes before his doorbell rang.
"Sincerest apologies, sir! There was a traffic jam on the way here, which delayed the delivery. I'm so sorry!"
The deliveryman was wearing a motorcycle helmet, and his shirt and pants looked scuffed, exactly as if he had fallen off a bike. He apologized profusely as he handed over the bag containing Bai Zhi's order.
"That's all right, I understand. We're all trying to get by~ You're not too late, I don't mind giving you five stars." Bai Zhi waved magnanimously.
It was true—the delivery was late, but not by much, and besides, he had once worked as a delivery driver, so he understood. After he sent the deliveryman on his way, Bai Zhi closed the door and brought the bag to the dining table.
No sooner had he put it down than the doorbell rang again. He hadn't even opened the bag.
"Huh?" Bai Zhi looked through the peephole and was surprised to see that the earnest guy from earlier had returned.
Opening the door, he said, "Did you—"
"Sincerest apologies, sir! There was a traffic jam on the way here, which delayed the delivery. I'm so sorry!"
The deliveryman offered up a large bag as he repeated what he said earlier, word for word.
"Okay..."
Bai Zhi glanced at the table where he had just placed the first bag, then back at the deliveryman, and quickly realized he must be caught up in another supernatural entity incident. He calmly accepted the new bag of food and
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