Becoming the King of A New Filthy World - Chapter 182 : Past Works! [R-18+]

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In the era of interstellar warfare, every melee mech will be paired with a long-range sniper mech to cover the battle.
The sniper mecha master Yan Xueshan (beta) and the melee mecha master Arthur (alpha) are just such a pair. The two have been together for six years.
The upcoming Armageddon is a near-death battle.
the day before.
Yan Xueshan: “Remember to write a suicide note in advance.”
Arthur said frustratedly: “I have only one regret. If I die this time, I will be a virgin until I die.”
Yan Xueshan snorted coldly: “…no promise.”
Arthur asked pitifully, “Master, can you fulfill my dying wish??”
Yan Xueshan: “?”
How absurd.
But Yan Xueshan thought about it, this is his comrade-in-arms, whose life and death intersect, chastity counts as a p- OK, I agreed! !
However, after the Armageddon, none of them died.
Not only did they become war heroes, Arthur also turned into a federal prince.
Arthur took out the marriage application, just one signature, and said honestly and faithfully: “Master, didn’t you say that you will go back to get married and retire after this battle? You help me fulfill my wish, and I will help you fulfill my wish too!”
Yan Xueshan: … something seems to be wrong?

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I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.“If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way.”