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
(The tube sprayed out a foul odor, similar to the earlier smell of dirty socks in the room's toilet.)
(You cover the bag and hypnotize yourself into thinking it's a pleasant perfume.)
(Your emotions finally stabilize.)
(Although the gas smells bad, at least it prevents you from suffocating to death.)
(You guess that the rule you just violated, A-001, might be something like not breathing fresh air.)
(Now with a sentence of ten million years, you might be a lowest-tier third-class citizen.)
(You queue up at the service window.)
(Service Clerk: What business do you have?)
(You think for a moment.)
(You: I want to find a job.)
(Service Clerk: Please present your citizen ID.)
(You mimic others and extend your right wrist. The clerk scans it with a device.)
(Service Clerk: Your current sentence is ten million years. Please complete your tasks as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will be forcibly executed. After reducing your sentence, please immediately rent a service robot from the fence area, and then you can leave the containment station and live in the city.)
(You: Thank you.)
(You nod, realizing that you are in a containment station.)
(Those breathing through bags, like you, are bottom-tier citizens, while those not wearing bags are the staff of the containment station.)
(You leave the service hall, following the clerk's directions.)
(You find the Citizen's Handbook at the entrance.)
(Opening it, you see it's filled with rules starting with the letter 'A', numbering in the hundreds, seemingly more complex than a code of law.)
(A sentence of ten million to nine million years classifies as a third-class citizen, nine million to six million as a second-class citizen, and six million to one million as a first-class citizen.)
(Different citizens must adhere to different rules. Third-class citizens, for example, have the most rules to follow, such as:)
(1. No running in public areas.)
(2. No idleness.)
(3. No casual conversation with citizens of a higher class.)
(4. No staying in a closed space wit
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