I Became A Ghost In A Horror Game - Chapter 87

Jiang Zhinan met all kinds of heroines after crossing.
The heroines are all pitiful, either squatting in the corner to pick up garbage or being abused and bullied for a long time, those who hear them cry and those who see it are sad.
As outstanding young people in the 21st century, Jiang Zhinan is bound to turn the tide and change their fate.
So under her efforts, the heroines successfully took off their poor coats and gradually reached the pinnacle of their lives.
Jiang Zhinan nodded, hiding his merit and fame, but when he was about to retreat, he found that… he seemed to be unable to escape.
Hei Xinlian, who is ruthless and ruthless until she can achieve her goal, said: “Everything in the world can be lost, but I only know that Nanqianjin is difficult to exchange and cannot be lost.”
The ascetic singer who is hot on the outside and hot on the inside: “I’ll give you the money, keep your heart, hold my hand, and don’t run away.”
Miss Heihua, who has all of your hearts for you: “You can choose the medicine and spirit stone at will, the premise is… exchange it with you.”
…
Jiang Zhinan was not happy, but whenever she wanted to say no, something was always blocking her.
Jiang Zhinan: “Don’t…”
——Alipay arrives at xxxxx yuan
Jiang Zhinan: “I didn’t mean that, hurry up…”
–Miss! Somebody sent boxes of gold!
Jiang Zhinan: “I…”
——Miss Jiang? These private villas have been transferred to your name.
Jiang Zhinan: “…”
The big guy next to him turned his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle: “Are you still rejecting it?”
Jiang Zhinan: “I’m afraid I’m afraid.”

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What would happen if an ordinary guy on Blue Star became a Superman?Traversing between worlds, Lu Yao becomes the only one with extraordinary powers. He studies cultivation in the other world, and bring them the technology of his planet. Now, he is the only superman in both worlds.A small goal— to withstand a nuclear bomb~

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.