Battle Of Planets - Chapter 62: Three Primes?

Li Rui has been extremely unfortunate for years and this day, he knows there are secret realms in the world. However, the first realm he goes in is the hardest one. But with his bad fortune:Emergency Notice: Attention all Secret Realm agents, an unknown error has occurred in the Twelve Star Dungeon [Fengdu], and it is now indefinitely closed.“Did you mess up the Dungeon again?”“President, looking on the bright side, at least I gathered all the equipment, materials, and skill points, so this time... isn't a loss?”

Annabelle Asra:“Wait!” He commanded, hope surged within me. Maybe he will change his mind, but his expression turned icy, and my heart sank as I understood he had no intention of doing so.“I will never allow you to live a normal life, even if the Crimson Moon has shown you mercy, Annabelle. I will make your existence a living nightmare for what you did to my sister.”As I pondered his plans for me once I was no longer part of his tribe, he seized my throat, and his fangs pierced my neck. The pain was unbearable as he marked me. The agony I endured was nothing compared to the torment his mark would bring.Anger, resentment, and bitterness consumed me. A mark typically signifies acceptance and protection, but in my case, it signified the opposite.Betrayed by the Alpha's fiancée, Kari, I was sentenced to death but spared by the Crimson Moon, only to be exiled and marked by my ruthless Alpha, Zachary Ziglar.After surviving and joining a new pack, I discovered I was pregnant without remembering who I had been with. But why did my pup bear a striking resemblance to my tormentor?

Hongmeng transmigrates as a god and obtains a golden finger which allows him to join a chat group with characters from other worlds.“Ding, you have received a random invitation to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000. Do you wish to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000?”

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.