I Have 10 Training Avatars - Chapter 392 - The Dark Fog tribe invades. Earth becomes the only place left to defend

Mu Yang was born again in 2008, in his prime, with a beautiful girlfriend on the left and a reading system on the right.

At LV1, for every 1000 words read, +1 yuan, +1 skill experience;

……

Mu Yang is helpless: I really don’t blame me, I just want to read quietly.

Single girl, focusing on physical industry, nostalgic writing, relaxing, making up for regrets, starting with this book.

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Send a mayfly to the world, a drop in the vast ocean!

Ye Chen woke up and found that he had traveled to the Qing Dynasty. Looking at the father lying on the bed, and the mother doing laundry for the neighbor

I thought it was an ancient farming text.

But with the awakening of the system! Only to find that everything is not so simple.

In Xiling in the south, there are Tufuzi running around, there is a restaurant with the same name in the capital, and the Zhang family in the northeast…

In the ancient building

Zhang Family: What the hell are you, you didn’t exist in history!

Ye Chen: I exist to change history.

In the Tomb of King Lu

Wu Xie: Brother’s tattoo is so handsome! He must have some special story..

Fatty Wang on the other side: No! I think Ye Chen’s is more handsome, okay?

Wu Xie turned her head to look: Damn!

Until the combination of various abilities of Shan Hai Jing, he also detached and became an ancient god,

To understand the true meaning of this world.

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Billions of people around the world were transmigrated to the game world of “Shining Era.” Everyone became lords and possessed their own land.

They recruited troops, gathered resources, occupied mines, attacked cities and built up their empires.

In this world of lords, the most important resource was the troop lairs where they could recruit troops.

However, the potential of these lairs was fixed. If anyone wanted to obtain a top-level troop, they could only do so by defeating powerful wild troops and occupying their lairs.

However, Richard discovered that he could actually improve the level of troop lairs directly.

From then on, various powerful troops were groomed by him.

When the other players were still leaping with joy from obtaining a high-level troop, behind Richard were a Desert Pharoah, a Demonic Scorpion King, a Mechanical Giant, a Demon Baron, a Blood Archduke, a Five-colored Evil Dragon, and a Fallen Angel.

From that day on, a prosperous and dazzling oasis city was established in the desert. As for Richard, he became the ruler of the desert.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.