MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! - Chapter 577 8 major departments! Shared roots!

Death is sometimes not the end!
Dead prison!
This is a magical prison. It has the ability to draw the souls of the dead people of the world, and it also enables people to gain the ability of the souls of the dead.
When Qin Song woke up, he was shocked to find that he had come to the world of One Piece, and even more surprised that he found a prison in his body…..

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“Be better”

Peter was cursed by those words, the very last words of his dying mother.

Cursed to be better. To be above the small squabbles... And so, the last five years of his childhood, he spent as a target of bullying, both in school and in his adoptive, step-family.

But it all changed, when a portal to another world appeared in the middle of his shed!

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[1V1, cool text, pet text] Others fast travel is bound to the system, abuse the scum and face, and walk to the pinnacle of life from then on.

The edge is superficial and fast, but it has embarked on a long road of finding, capturing, and blackening the system.

#When the blackening system personally incarnates into the blackened male gods of various planes, trick her, tease her, bully her, love her?

What should I do? Yuanqian sneered, cheating on me? Damn it! Tease me? It’s time to fight! deceive me? It’s time to kill!

Love me… Should… The black system always wants to throw me down? Should I fight back? Or should we fight back? Wait online#

Holding a wanted warrant in hand, pressing against the blackening system.

I have the plug-in in the world, and I can wear it in the plane as much as I want, and the male god can let me flirt!

This is a story about the host who wanted to kill the world, but accidentally teamed up with the blackened male god to become a demon and destroy the world.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.