I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse - Chapter 199 - 199 The Sizzling Chicken Leg

It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records.

“Otherworlders… we beg you to save our world from ruin.”

Rey and his classmates get summoned to another world, and they’re given Skills and Classes based on their limited Karma.

Everyone gets multiple Skills and a decent Class in order to survive the new world.

However, Rey decides to invest all his Karma on a single Skill, leaving him with the weakest Class.

Unknown to everyone, though, he has the potential to be the strongest.

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【Do you believe in God? 】

【YES/NO? 】

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Some people choose YES, and some people choose NO accidentally.

Some people are alive, and some people are always whipped.

Some people see blood, and some people can stretch and shrink.

Some people have amazing special effects, while others are used to lurking in the shadows.

that day.

When Irin thought she had traveled through time and space and went back to the past, she found that everything was – zizi – zizi.

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“I’m reborn, I’m stronger, I’m not bald.”

“There is no natural disaster on your plane, but when I come, there are all natural disasters on your head.”

So, God walked by the road, and disasters came from heaven.

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[Note 1: This book is not a fan of the stars]

[Note 2: Chapter 44 of this book begins to take off, it is recommended to take it patiently]

[Note 3: The high order exceeds 10,000, there is always a reason]

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.