MTL - Another World Sandbox Gamer - Chapter 288 Summon Bone Dragon

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!]I hate horror.From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears...All of it.I hate it.So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold.And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer.A crappy one at that.So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit.And yet...[Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!]Nope, I don't want it.Let me quit.※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game!***An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window.

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Just a word from me, and my status window is gone.

To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body.

“Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?”

Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

A story of time-travel. Sly and cunning, she unexpectedly became a sickly noble lady whose fiancé is merciless and demotes her to a lowly concubine. She sneers and bravely breaks off the engagement. To hell with scumbags, marry heirs to lords, blind the courts with her brilliance.

But, my Lord, we agreed that we are only partnering to scheme against others, when did you start to treat acting as real? Hey, hey, don’t touch me.

The Lord smiled slyly, “Your hands are too cold, let me help you warm them… Your feet are cold too, let me help you warm them.”

“Why don’t you just say that my whole body is cold and you need to warm it all up”, Murong Xue said indignantly.

The Lord nodded, “Good idea!”

Murong Xue – speechless. Hey hey hey, where, where are you putting your hands?

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