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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
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
(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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