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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!

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Chapter 43 - Mad Smashing

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Wei Xiao Bei felt his blood run cold. He did not dare stay there any longer and broke into a run.

The thing that made him rejoice was that the black beetles' speed was not fast. At the very least they were slower than him.

He only stopped running when he got back to his street.

At this moment, he began to ask himself whether he should leave the street or not.

It was easy to imagine that this street would not be able to stop the black beetles' onslaught, unless there was some kind of miracle.

After ten minutes, the black beetles had entered his field of view.

Due to the difference in vegetation and the black beetles spreading on all sides, the black beetles that were moving towards the street had thinned out. 

The black beetles that were moving in the front acted as a black stream, slowly flowing down.