My Dungeons Are Popular - Chapter 74 - War of Arrival

Su Mu has awakened in a world where survival hinges on a single truth: each person must build and defend their own shelter against an onslaught of supernatural forces.In this apocalyptic realm, revived Yin energy has unleashed ghosts that roam freely, turning the world into a perilous place where only the strongest, most resourceful shelters can withstand the darkness.In this grim struggle for survival, all are equal—but the cost of a single meal or a sip of water is often paid with one’s life.Yet, Su Mu discovers a unique ability: he can enhance every aspect of his shelter through attribute farming. With this advantage, he constructs the most fortified walls, establishes workshops to mass-produce weapons and tools, and cultivates fertile fields that yield rich harvests season after season.While others battle hunger and bitter cold, Su Mu finds himself thriving, leading a life of relative peace—almost like a vacation—in the midst of the apocalypse.Note: This novel and its characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.