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HeLL OnlinE

Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.

Sanseiu · Fantaisie
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Elephant Cemetery

Okay, this woman didn't look very good before, but her previous appearance was like an angel compared to the way she is now.

"I'll split your legs. I'll tear you out!"

She slammed into Toraman, leaving behind afterimages. This time, the flying side changed, and our shaman could barely stop crushing the three people he fell on.

"Rimel, help! Aunt Mistress is mad!"

There could be no other definition of it. It was a berserk mod or something, and it was rabid. The woman drew 15% HP in one hit from the bar. Unarmed Toraman needed help.

"Hit the ice, guys. It's breaking off the end!"

As I was speeding up behind our healer, I heard this noise, over a hundred people trying to get out of the hall as Toraman's weapon was hitting the freezing ice.

The mission would fail as soon as the door opened. I couldn't let this happen. I blacked out and started punching after the crowd.

"This is the end. You can use whatever potions you have. Raiders Party, fight!"