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... ak to drink must not come to Yuhua Peak, otherwise they may fall drunk on the road halfway through.

   Soon, Ye Feiran and Jiang Yinghan came to the main hall of Yuhua Palace. Gu Wenhua was already waiting for them in the main hall, drinking alcohol without a sip, which can be said to be addictive!

  Walking into the main hall, the aroma of wine in the air is more than twice as strong as outside.

   Ye Feiran and Jiang Yinghan saw Gu Wenhua's figure and quickly saluted them ...

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When he woke up, Rono traveled to the world of pirates.

I thought I could live happily and peacefully.

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Rono, watching his parents being shot to death by Tianlong people!

Under extreme anger, Rono awakened the system and vowed to kill all the Tianlong people!

From then on, a [Extremely Evil One] who specialized in hunting Tianlong people was born!

Wherever Rono went, the Tianlong people shivered!

Admiral?

Two more and I will kill all of you rubbish!

Karp: The Evil One?

He is a monster created by the Tianlong people, and one day the Tianlong people will pay for it!

Roger: 【One Piece】?

Compared with [The Evil One], it’s nothing but a cloud!

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A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
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The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death.

As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me?

Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else.

The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me.

The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death.

My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear?

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Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat.

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