Natural Disaster: I Started By Hoarding Tens Of Billions Of Supplies - Chapter 437: Please Don’t Blame Me

Corrupted by Angle Of Chaos.Cursed by the whispers of unknown beings.Stripped of will, power, and memory.Shon Eril makes a choice—an insane choice. Not bound by fate. Not forced by death. Not by his own will. But by a choice, a revelation. He steps into a book, and awakens in another body… Ibaan De Light.A vast world unfolds before him: towering machinery, advanced technology, mighty clans, secretive organizations, churches, sealed contracts, schools, endless metros and carriers, airships crossing the skies, and the unknown—the same frightening beings, the curse carriers!Here begins his journey, not as a hero, but as a servant of Willpower.Will he reclaim his will, or lose himself to its abyss?This is the tale of what he seeks… and what seeks him.***“I order you to understand me—my will, my choices and my beloved ones.”———————Extra Tags: #AcademyArc #Scoopy #Clans #SecretOrganizations #cults #mysteries #hidden identities #unknown beings #angels #daemons #deities etcJoin the Discord server for illustrations and more: https://discord.gg/djNAmGxJZ5

He took her as payment.He never expected to fall for her fire.When Mira Valente’s brother vanishes with cartel money, the mafia comes knocking—and she’s the price.Cold, ruthless, and untouchably powerful, Jace Romano doesn’t need a wife. But Mira? She’s defiant, sharp-tongued, and everything he wasn’t prepared for.Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Mira enters a world ruled by silence, blood, and shadows. Jace may own her freedom, but not her soul. She refuses to break, even as the lines between hate and desire begin to blur.But when secrets surface, betrayals cut deep, and war brews on all sides, Mira and Jace must choose: destroy each other—or fight to survive something neither of them ever saw coming.A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers mafia romance filled with power, passion, and the kind of love that could ruin them both… or make them unstoppable.

On this land of real souls, with millions of different martial art institutions, there’re so many strong fighters just like the trees in the forests.

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.