I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 127.1: Love Welfare Institute

Wang Sheng arrives in a world sealed by qi, where danger lurks at every turn. Fortuitously, he awakens a progress bar that can break through all limits, turning everything into possibility!Inner Core Skill—Refine essence into qi, the fundamental path, eternal void, achieving true immortality!Ba Duan Jin—Constructing the foundation, limitless qi and blood, rebirth from a drop of blood, the flesh becomes sacred!No Life True Void Induction Sutra—A virtual world, infinite simulation, the name of No Life, spread across all heavens!Heaven and Earth, the Ages—Control of time and space, reversing life and death!...The true immortal watching the winds and clouds is me, the No Life True Saint representing transformation is me, the one who controls time and reverses life and death is me, the one using the true vacuum homestead to harvest all realms is also me!--------------------This is a story of Wang Sheng basing on Ba Duan Jin as the foundation, using Inner Core Skill as the fundamental method, achieving everlasting life...

Mother-in-law, “Add another 200,000 to the bride price, I want to switch to a new apartment!”Younger brother-in-law, “Don't think you're the boss just because you shelled out some stinking money!”As Song Yun was fuming, a voice echoed in his mind.Ding! Host successful check-in, reward: Magic Capital's top beauty!While everyone was entangled in the dispute, a Lamborghini approached from afar.The car door opened, and a peerless beauty stepped out and took Song Yun's hand.“Song Yun brother, let's get married!”

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]