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
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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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