Reincarnated as the Baron's son: My Infinite Card Upgrade System - Chapter 81: Waterwheel

It was rumored that a woman beat her weak, poor, helpless husband in the middle of the night.

It was rumored that a woman gave up working hard to go to school with her bamboo stick.

It was rumored that a woman …… was simply not human!

Meng Changjin pressed her throbbing temples: “And it is rumored that today’s dinner would be simmer-fried carp!”

Fish System: Hey, hey, the host is not behaving again ~

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After waking up, everyone will travel through a wasteland world, and the survivors will face various challenges such as acid rain, extreme cold, extreme heat and mutant creatures.Every corner holds unknown dangers, and the survivors have to adapt to this harsh environment. To withstand natural disasters, the survivors must build their own shelters in this dangerous land, stockpile enough water and resources to survive before the disaster strikes.While others struggle daily to gather rotten scraps and fight over limited supplies, fear and desperation slowly spread through the wasteland.Vikram Parker awakened a plant system.While others are scraping for a little bit of food, Vikram can cultivate crops. While survivors reinforce their shelters with fragile wood and broken metal, he grows living walls of vines and sturdy thornwood. His plants can bear fruits, purify water, and gradually transform barren land into fertile soil.As the regional chat fills with panic before every incoming disaster, Vikram calmly harvests fresh vegetables inside his green sanctuary. Looking at the endless cries for help and warnings of starvation, he can’t help but think.Surviving in the apocalypse isn’t that hard.

This is a young man who traveled to the world of Azeroth.

For love and justice (don’t become a ghoul), fear of sacrifice (you can run the corpse to resurrect), in search of lost justice and humanity (temporary discipline), don’t stop.

Festival Exercises Retrieve the story of Festival Exercises.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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