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Earth's Doom Starts with... Me?

[Time left until earth's doom: 3 years] Yoo Chaerin, a 24-year old con-artist, opened her eyes in an unfamiliar place only to be greeted by this message. "What is this place? I'm sure this is earth but it feels... different." She thought to herself. "Why is everything so barren? Why do we have horses instead of cars? And armored soldiers fighting monsters? ...With magic?" Here, Yoo Chaerin will have to face an earth that's totally different from the earth she once knew. An earth where everyone has missions like in that of a game. An earth where monsters terrorize every single human being. An earth where everyone speaks the same language. It is where she has to find her place to belong. "I'll survive. And one day, I'll find him and make him remember me." In a world where everyone can use the system, how will Yoo Chaerin survive? Who is this 'him' she's talking about? And what if she's not just your run-off-the-mill con-artist? [WFP #27 - SYSTEM - GOLD WINNER] but only because of your support hehe! --- Update every 1-2 days Instagram: mozza_mello

mozza_mello · Fantasy
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142 Chs

CHAPTER 102: THE CREST (2)

We started our discussion with some explanations from our side, since Firiell could use a little more rest while she recovered after having been unconscious for a long time. We explained the events that took place, starting from my drip rifle thingy up until I joined general Zhang, and how that eel was just running around killing every elf he met in various ways because he was starting to get bored.

"Huh, I've never thought to use a rifle in that way. You're a smart little cub, aren't you~?" General Zhang grinned while ruffling the top of my head, messing up my hairdo.

"Ack! Don't ruin my hair!" I protested and grabbed his hand to shove it away from me, "well, but, I've never thought to try experimenting with the elves' lightning threshold, too."