Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 68: It’s Still Raining
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 793- Close combat
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 918 - Nineteenth Goddess Tablet
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 792- Pregnant demon monster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 791: Charging into the Formation
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.04 - Whale Song
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 082: Seeing Jiang Lianshan Again
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 171.2: Borrowing Your Thick Skin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 431: The Word 'Like' Isn't Easy
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 259.2: Heartbroken Simp, Imminent Apocalypse (2)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 005: Immortal Executioner Sword: Don’t Submit, Face Me Head-On!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 67: Landing on Shore
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 791- Breaking in
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 202: The Power of Words
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 917 - Laura's Gift
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 790- Splitting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 790: A Cultivator Siege Battle
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 06.03 - Whale Song
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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