MTL - This Sandbox Game is Unreliable - Chapter 378 Ten thousand orifices, the sea of ​​air, black and white carp, twelve rounds

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

A book about Austria’s recovery to mightiness!!!A history about House of Habsburg’s struggles and successes!!!The Holy Roman Empire — which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire — now came back!!!

Xiang Ye, who was working overtime and died suddenly, woke up and found that he had turned into an acre of land.

Just when he was at a loss, several big men carried a female corpse and buried it under him.

The accidental corpse dumping case made him uneasy, but then something even more shocking happened. The female corpse buried deep in the ground came to life on a certain moon hiding in the clouds at night…

“I don’t want to be a paradise, I want to be the most ferocious and most evil in this world.”

PS: It is probably the story of an acre of wasteland becoming a fine.

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.