Author: Oilinstor

{Damn you! You deceived me! } Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks flew in all directions. Yang Zicang measured the demonic sword’s condition with a solemn focus. Though it was only a slight erosion, his Time-Chaos was indeed being constantly eroded away. “Hmph. Did you really think I wouldn’t know someone was watching me? “ Yang…

Beneath the black clouds, the colossal frame of the skeleton was ferocious. It took a step back, the greatsword in its hand blazing with vast demonic energy. Countless eyes fixed upon Yang Zicang before it suddenly vibrated, surging with power as if wrenching the arm that grasped it skyward in a sweeping thrust aimed at…

“Everyone, silence! ” Yang Zicang bellowed, his voice overwhelming the noise. With a straight and upright posture, he straightened the hem of his cotton velvet coat, pressed his legs together in twill work pants, and solemnly bowed deeply to the figure of the Grand Duke: “First, thank you for your generous gift.“ {May this friendship…

{What? He actually refused. } The low voices rippled with disbelief. {Do you even know what kind of beings those from the Eighth Layer are? } {Even in the worlds of the past, the Skeleton-Spirits bearing the aura of the Eighth Layer were sought after by countless people. Every single one of them, since their…

｛Starshine Dreamscape of the Lost Illusion Company has activated the broadcasting authority for target clients in the Moon Realm.｝ So it begins already? These people’s organizational efficiency is truly impressive. But it’s not surprising, as when encountered with a sneak attack last time, the company’s two Red and White Lead Supervisors responded just as swiftly,…

The world had been completely assimilated by the “Beauty Demon Lord, ” not a single living soul remained. Yang Zicang didn’t try to persuade Wu Zheng. He patted his pocket—he couldn’t even pull out a single gold coin fit for a reward anymore. Although it felt shameful to say such things at a time like…

Yang Zicang respected their choice. Most of them were humanoid skeletons who had died many times over; the ability to hold the wisdom to understand language was already a privilege that was not universally granted. Most of the time, cowed by the few physically stronger enforcers under the command of their captain, they remained rigid…

The two of them discussed for a while in the cabin. Shen Ruyue hugged her pillow, sat on the edge of the bed, and grumbled with a whine, complaining: “Oh dear, following you around for all these months, just for this moment. Sigh. Could I have been cursed by someone too? Hong Hong, forget about…

The metal-boned man in front of him, his body gray with black marks, his face bearing slight human features, looked more humanlike than the Captain, yet all the more eerie because of it. At least the Captain had fully taken on the appearance of an entirely different creature. Yang Zicang, staring at its face, began:…

“What exactly happened to you all?! “ The skeletal man knelt on one knee, and centered around him, the entire tide of skeletons knelt down in a spreading fashion. He lifted his head, gazing with hollow eye sockets at the one who had once made this world beautiful. {We obeyed the order, waiting for your…