As An Undead Wizard, I Summon SSS-level Undead Disaster - Chapter 178 - : Level 39 Class Advancement Players

The fallen Sky Knight was the sky's tears,and with altitude still at hand, he wouldn't give up,Blood and Fire and Iron descended from the heavens,Behold, the heavens were crying!The roaring soul was rising through the sky!!!

Why is there a person on Mars who is not wearing any protective clothing?

The Martian: Aliens

Jason wearing a hockey mask stabbed someone in the back and was cut in half with a backhand? !

“Friday the 13th: Backstab”

Kerrigan brought the swarm to the human colony star, and found that countless equally ferocious monsters had already been prepared.

Zerg Descends: Biochemical Frenzy

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“Ha, why does every time I go to a world, I always encounter some strange things!” Li Wei’s hands turned into dark red claws, provoking Freddy’s small body.

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The Celestial Express is a train that goes from one galaxy to the next, picking up passengers along the way.Its Navigator, the one who drives it through the stars, is a god who can grant those passengers wishes.Jax arrives on the Celestial Express with no memories but a single wish—to save someone. After learning what the Navigator is capable of, he decides to go find him.To find the Navigator, he must go through TEN different Carriages, all of which contain a world of their own.And, he must do it with a restriction called Single Spell Sorcerer.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”