MTL - Global Wasteland: I Unboxed Top Vaults (The World Is A Wasteland: I Obtained A Top Tier Shelter) - Chapter 236 Disaster Raiders for All Survivors

The cold star reflects the halberd, the moon shines on the bow, and the dragon bird and the snow are startled at night.

Outside of Qianshan, Banzhi’s fame is in the hometown of Yinhua Huoshu.

“I, Rong Taotao, will one day be the master of those nine stars.”

That year, a young man with a small schoolbag, a natural scroll on his head, and a Fang Tianhua halberd said this on the rooftop.

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Easy and funny, welcome to the pit.

The work “Nine Stars Poisonous Milk” has been completed in 4 million words, and you are welcome to read it.

- Description from novelbuddy

Rowan kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His new body contain terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity.

Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers.

Yet he must strive to keep a portion of his humanity alive, as he continously evolve beyond godhood.

A/N: There are horror element, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. Fan of blood borne, and abominable horrors that goes bump in the night would love it.

Epic action set pieces, and galaxy wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one man army.

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