I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 93.2: Love Welfare Institute

Reborn and returning, he possesses medical skills, can practice immortality, has a slave who is the king of killers, and a maid who is the school beauty pursued by everyone. Even casually taking out a piece of trash can shock the world. His return has set this world ablaze.

It started off peculiarly; first, his domestic cat refused to let him cuddle it.Lin Qiushi soon found that a sense of disharmony and incongruity began to pervade everything around him.Then, one odd day, he pushed open a door, and he discovered that the hallway he was familiar with turned into a boundless corridor.At both ends of this corridor were twelve, identical iron gates.he pushed one of the doorsThus, the story begins.Disclaimer: The content presented here is not authored by me. I kindly request that you extend your support to the original author by visiting jjwxc.net.Original Author Name: Xī Zǐxù / 西子绪

As a handsome guy with fame and wealth, Eddy could lay his hands on any beauty around the world. Unfortunately, his little brother down there was too weak to grant him such a wish. What happens when he transmigrates into a body whose little brother is always strong and prepared?He's going to create a harem and indulge himself, right?Sadly, it's not like on earth where every girl admires him. It's a world haunted by darkness and hunger, cruelty and self-centeredness. A world where he is a disgrace to his family. Monsters, among which there are the Venomous Beauties, roam its corners. He is too weak to even play drums, let alone hunt those monsters to win hearts of girls.Thankfully,[Hello! I'm the Goddess of Beauty! Nice to meet you!]#No yuri#No NTR#Spicy

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.