Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan - Chapter 1446 - 1192: Pitiful

In this world, only if you are strong, can you protect the people you love.

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.

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Layton just wanted a weekend alone in the wilderness. Instead, he woke up in a nightmare.Earth has been inducted into a multiversal system, and survival is no longer guaranteed. Forced into a brutal wave dungeon with no warning, no tutorial, and no gear, Layton accidentally locks himself into the weakest class—Healer.That’s when things start feeling… off.He’s leveling way too fast. His so-called “support” class? Feels anything but weak. And his only ally? A too-intelligent, bloodthirsty predator that might be more than just an animal.Something is wrong with this system. Layton just has to survive long enough to figure out what.

Wen Nan accidentally gets involved in a strategy romance game. Although the game's art style is somewhat eerie, it excels in the depiction of female characters, each remarkably vivid.Wen Nan happily makes it to the end through one sweet romantic encounter after another.[Congratulations! You are the first player to pass this horror escape game!]Wen Nan sits on the throne, with fragrance in the left hand and snow-white in the right, and is stunned upon hearing the system's congratulatory words:“Huh? Horror game? Isn't this a strategy romance game?!”