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
Orphanage, second floor.
"Judging by the coagulation, the corpse has to be at least five or six hours old," said Daoloth as she carefully distanced herself from the disemboweled body.
"And yet, we just heard him over the walkie-talkie a few minutes ago."
Iron Blood was unmoved.
"I fuckin' knew he was no good. He was the one who suggested we split up, even under these conditions! That's a sure sign that people are gonna die in horror movies, don't you know?" scoffed Douchey, SoWhat with his arms folded.
Despite his cocky speech, he kept his eyes averted, clearly afraid to even catch a glimpse of the gory remains.
Of the three squads, they were the only one which had yet to have a direct encounter with a supernatural entity. The search on the first floor had gone smoothly, and since the brief alarm about the drawings, they had discovered nothing else of note.
Once they were sure there was nothing more to find on the first floor, the three of them had moved in single file up to the second, which was where they discovered the dead body of Traveler, strangled to death by his own intestines.
Just as they were reeling from the shock of the discovery, there came, from the walkie-talkie, the sound of Traveler's request for assistance. Their eyes were drawn to Traveler's corpse undeniably dangling in mid-air, even as they heard his voice unmistakably coming from the walkie-talkie...
Faced with this paradox, they quickly suspected that the walkie-talkies had been tampered with. Douchey, SoWhat had been the first to fling his walkie-talkie away.
"He's a real Player, though. He even showed his handle half an hour earlier, and as you know, information like that can't be fabricated," said Daoloth, frowning. "Besides, didn't we get those notifications about the strange activity getting neutralized just a few minutes ago? The first one soon after Traveler asked for help, and another about five minutes after that... Presumably Traveler was saved somehow, followed by Black&White's squad successfully resolving another proble
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