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The City of Terror

One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World? Author's Synopsis: What the hell is this? What the hell happened here? How did my room become so ruined after a single night? The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile. The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust. The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it. Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe. Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static. After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia. Mother… is this a dream? This must be a dream!

Daoist Fierce Tiger · Sci-fi
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642 Chs

Chapter 403 - I Finally Have Money

Editor: Exodus Tales

 The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature. Shan Bing might appear to have changed a lot, but he still hasn't changed in terms of dealing with women.

 Since it was like that, Wei Xiao Bei could not be blamed anymore as his guilt instantly disappeared.

 If someone courts death, it was impossible to not die.

 "Professor Zeng. You've worked hard. Why don't you rest a bit and taste my craft later."

 Wei Xiao Bei turned around and guided Professor Zeng to the inner practice ground, which was also the drawing-room. His master had not brought away the good tea and there was about one cup's worth left.

 Regarding Wei Xiao Bei personally saying that he would cook, Zeng Wan Shui did not mind it.