Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
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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