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... eaving the classroom. People were standing still, blocking the exit.

Rising on her tiptoes, she saw a crowd of students gathered ahead, murmuring. What’s going on?

“The Head Combat Professor is here!”

Several students, excited, shoved past Nightley to move forward. The Head Combat Professor? Could it be Professor Dian?

Not long ago, Professor Dian had appeared suddenly without much notice.

His first appearance before the students was during the comprehensi ...

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Black Sail

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Coming to my senses... I find myself a desperado.In the depths of azure, black sails flutter.Treasure gleams, blades ring out.Pillage, slaughter, irreverence towards the gods.Youth fades swiftly, all but meat and wine for pleasures.[Slice of Life][Romance Simulation][Business Simulation]

Chapter 40: Easter Egg

I Stole the Heroines' Tragedy Flags

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They were all characters doomed to die. Out of all the suffering they were destined for, I lightened their burden. Just a little. And then… I got caught for stealing. …But after all that effort, why did things only get worse?

Chapter 1211 (END) - My House of Horrors

My House of Horrors

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”