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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 537 - Dream or Reality?

Editor: Exodus Tales

 "Halt! What are you people doing!" An officer wearing a relatively better uniform berated as he walked forward and used a language that Wei Xiao Bei had never heard before. 

 Naturally, even though he had never heard it before, Wei Xiao Bei could somehow understand it.

 "We are wandering Buddhist monks that have come here to beg for food."

 Shakyamuni walked forward and spoke.

 "Buddhist monks? Beg for food?"

 The officer swept a glance at the monks in contempt. Luckily, he still let them come in. Perhaps in his eyes, the so-called monks with their simple clothing were not a threat.

 After entering the city, all the monks immediately spread out and held a bowl as they each chose their own road to beg for some food. 

 Even Shakyamuni was doing the same.

 As for Wei Xiao Bei, he could not even control his current body as he wished. 

 But having said that, in Wei Xiao Bei's mind, Shakyamuni was indeed different.