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God of Grinding

Among countless online games, one name is at the pinnacle: The Old Quest. It's a never-ending world of grind, and the concept of "max level" is an urban myth. Right in the middle of this virtual frontier is a young man—a dedicated gamer driven by an insatiable ambition to reach unprecedented heights in the game. He fuels his determination and attains a level so monumental that he has begun to shake the very core of The Old Quest. But when this seemed like the ultimate challenge overcome, the game sprang yet another surprise on him—a message from the developers and a new prompt "Become a god race" which turned an upheaval in his gaming journey. God of Grinding is a tale of persistence and strength but, maybe even more importantly, about plot twists that come with success. It's a virtual journey based on one crucial question: what happens when a player becomes a god? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Join our discord: https://discord.gg/v9QSTrDQS6

Awiones · 游戏
分數不夠
442 Chs

Just Casual Dinner

Aer's eyes widened in surprise, then lit up with amusement. "Sweat? But that's gross!" she protested, though a giggle escaped her lips

"Hey, it's a date! A little sweat is practically expected, right?"

"Fine, fine… But if anyone asks, I'm a magical perfume you just discovered!" Aer conceded, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes

Alex threw his head back and laughed. "A magical perfume, huh? Sounds perfect. Now come on, let's get back and I can change. We have a date and a new disguise to prepare for."

He opened the jar, extending a hand towards Aer. "Alright, come here, little perfume droplet. Let's go home."

The familiar warmth of the mansion enveloped Alex as he stepped inside. He cast a glance around the living room, which was empty. Frey must be busy with her evening chores, and Xiaomara… well, Xiaomara might be sleeping.

With a silent chuckle, Alex made his way up the stairs, the crisp bag containing his new suit clutched in his hand.