Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Chris' return to prison was like returning home.
When the other adventurers saw the jailers come in, they took a couple of seconds before realizing they had to squat on the ground, but Chris immediately squatted and covered his head upon seeing the jailers.
"He's a real pro at being in jail."
"So skilled."
"Trash, scum, psychopath. I hope the jailers take good care of Chris."
Some "friendly" comments floated across Chris's vision, but they didn't upset him. To him, the reactions of these commenters were laughably absurd. Because if these people were sent to the weird world, they probably wouldn't last three minutes.
Those who mock others are inferior to them.
Clang, clang, clang!
The jailer knocked on the cell door and loudly said, "It's labor time, everyone follow."
Chris obediently put on his handcuffs and shackles and used his spirit vision.
The jailers shimmered with a faint yellow light, posing some threat to him but not lethal. The entire prison glowed with a red light, indicating a constant threat to his life.
The power of the prison was irresistible, and if he wanted to stay alive, he shouldn't even dream of escaping.
But then... how could he achieve his own freedom?
Chris thought for a while, then shifted his gaze to the people around him, contemplating a method that would serve both purposes.
The quarry.
Chris, wielding a large hammer, directed twenty enslaved workers, increasing their work efficiency more than tenfold. He placed an evil spirit servant behind each slave, forcing them to mine.
The jailers watched Chris in amazement, all gathering around.
"How did you do that?"
"It's hard to explain to you," Chris pondered for a moment and said, "I can control evil spirits."
With that, Chris waved his hand.
Twenty evil spirit servants lined up behind him.
The jailers looked at each other, each appearing as if they had found a new toy. They jostled and vied to take Chris to their master.
"Hey, I discovered this talent first. Don't fight over it."
"He's part of our team; I should be the
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