Ghost Story Club - Chapter 110: Twelfth Ghost Story – Horror Movie Cliches (3)

The Sheng Mei Tribe, known for its beauty, has been warring with the Shen Mu Tribe for three years. The men of the Sheng...

Lee Shin was the first ever human to climb the 100th floor of the tower refused to accept the god’s offer to become their apostle and died while fighting them.

As punishment, the gods reversed time, erased his existence, and made him a helpless boss of the tower’s 1st floor, Jean Ebrium, whose only goal was to die.

However, after dying countless times, Lee Shin obtained a strange sphere that restored his memories. Lee Shin’s story to take revenge on the gods and free humanity has just begun!

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On a dark night, drunkard Su Qingbai was pulled into an alley, and a few months later, he had a big belly.

Su Qingbai couldn’t help mourning that his father had been dismissed from officialdom. It was difficult for him to support himself and a little brat.

However, it’s not over yet…

Another dark night, Su Qingbai was pulled into an alley again…

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.