Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 690: The Keeper of Truth and The Sailor

Li Wen runs a game company on the verge of bankruptcy. This is a world where the game industry is very developed…

The picture quality of games produced by well-known companies is comparable to reality, and each masterpiece is the ninth art carefully crafted.

However, he found that in these games, the main character is strong and the enemy is weak, and the level can be easily passed without thinking…

There is no underworld game in the whole world?

How can I enjoy the ‘joy’ of the game in this way!

It is impossible to obtain real ‘happiness’ for a cool game.

He decided to let the players in this world enjoy the ‘joy’ of the game.

“I don’t know why, this game is obviously so dark, and it’s so depressing to play, but I just can’t stop!”

“Please be a human being!!”

Since then, there has been an underworld game producer in this world.

- Description from novelbuddy

A miracle doctor is exiled to an alternate savage world and forced to change his scummy ways!

Having thoroughly offended God, Yan Mo’s soul was transmigrated to another world. He quickly understood the cruelty of this world he’s in. The reason he was hit unconscious by someone and brought back to his home, was to be that primitive man’s food reserves in winter. The tribe he is in is a super spartan primitive tribe, the people here only respect two things: Combat power! Fighting ability! The former is the fighting power in battles, the latter is…

……

Examine illness? Chinese medicine? Drink those bitter sandy things? The hell is that? Are you trying to murder our tribe’s warrior? Die!

Plant wheat? Raise pigs and chickens? We are warriors, not s*aves! Die!

Teaching the women to make clothes and cook? Make them soap and perfume? F*ck, he’s actually seducing our women! Die!

You’re a messenger of god? Here to lead us to a better life? Very well. We’ll give you one day, conquer all of our enemies, make them into sl*ves and bring them back. If you can’t, you’re dead!

Yan Mo: “……”

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother. Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I… “Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.” “…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.” When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot. “Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.” I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself. (PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.) Book Friends Q Group 257692874

- Description from novelbuddy

A streamer who died during his gaming stream gets transmigrated to a game he died on. With his second chance to live, he will survive at all cost to cherish the chance given to him. The Class he chose? The Archer.[ Hello! This is BrightestShinyStar, also known as Sirius. Welcome to my first novel posted in WebNovel! I hope you enjoy reading! ]