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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
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
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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