Dungeon Life - Chapter Two-Hundred Ninety-Five

“I’ve really had enough of this damn place…”Li Muyang has transmigrated and become a demon sect’s outer sect disciple.The good news is that he has a system.The bad news is that this system can only play games.“Well, playing games is still better than nothing.”In the game, he is powerful and mysterious, causing the otherworldly fairies to be deeply mesmerized.Since it’s just a game, why not aim to collect all the characters?Until one day, the fairies from the game come looking for him.Li Muyang is shocked. How did a character from the game become reality?“Uh, Fairy… let me explain!”I was really just playing a game!

Because of an accident, Chen Fan obtained the power to possess an electric eel!

“Welcome to Perfect Life Simulator!”

“You can choose to simulate your own life or someone else’s life to find solutions to many life problems!”

…

A watch handed down from his deceased parents allowed Su Wu to start a future life simulator.

He thought that he could really use this simulator to lead a perfect life without regrets, but unexpectedly things developed in another direction.

In the future, as long as there is light, there will be evil spirits that kill people;

Hanging in the sky and covering a city, it leaves a city without red lanterns of living people;

The scarlet eye that can use a mobile phone to spy on the specific location of others…

Will such a future really come?

…

“you are dead.”

“This simulation is over.”

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