Author: Oilinstor

On the ship, the President’s Wife, as if sensing something, exuded anxiety from every fiber of her being. “Monica, how goes it? That Yang Buchen hasn’t succeeded in his bidding yet, has he? “ Monica, whose hair had grown somewhat withered from long days drifting on the sea, shook her head. “As of this moment,…

Yang Zicang’s brow furrowed tightly. “Although you’re a phoenix, the one who best embodies the traits of Room 201’s experience… “ Even Yang Zicang felt his own confidence waver as he said this. Who else but the master of the age-old tale of “Phoenix Nirvana ” could be a better match for this room! The…

Inside Room 206 “Hah! ” Xue Qi clapped her hands together. Instantly, a turbulent wave-like air shield barrier materialized in front of her! The wild-haired woman glared at Xue Qi and shouted angrily, “A piece of trash like you dares to compete for the ‘Divine Spark’? And then even dares to mess up my hair!…

The shimmering sign cast an eerie glow on the ground. “Heh, ever heard of palindrome poetry? If I’m not mistaken, that ‘ST’ signifies interweaving and overlap, much like the ancient palindrome game we have. The start of the next sentence is the end of the previous one. “ “Ah, I get it. It’s two words.…

The voices behind him, one from the east and one from the west, grew louder and louder. -｛Distributor February. Di’an wants to know my current situation through the ‘Shark-fin Zuma Guard Belt.’｝ Hearing this, Yang Zicang chuckled. “Hey, Yang Buchen. Since you don’t have enough Radiance to fill all the rooms anyway, let us pass…

“Bu Chen, do you know anything about the matters concerning the bidding?“ “I’ve already heard about it from Miss Shirley, the lobby manager next door.“ Yang Zicang was surrounded by Bai Yuan, Xue Qi, and others, while the rest stood a few steps away, watching him. “Everyone has fully understood, right?“ “Only when all the…

Yang Zicang looked toward his room—Room 205, with its green light glowing. —That first time I tried my hand at writing, I had no idea what a diary even was. Yet I could always author stunning prose about the most noteworthy events of that day. At that moment, the gray light sign on Room 208…

Ian, standing at the counter, glanced at Abbott beside him. That drunken fool had poked another hole through the paper. “Sigh, good thing you’re here. Hurry up and get it done; I can’t handle it anymore. ” Abbott gave up writing altogether and let out a yawn. “You idiot! Can’t you survive without drinking?! “…

With room 306 suddenly occupied, the people watching behind him grew anxious. Everyone was still stuck here! “How?! “ Yang Zicang looked up in shock. No one else was here! “Sir, the third and fourth floors each have a dedicated manager for reception; they’re right next door behind this wall. “ “Damn it! ” Yang…

These people were obviously a small group that had come up together. “I’m investing every trace of Sequence! “ The man with the iron-shard-covered skin shouted tensely. This wasn’t the Old Fate Trajectory; here, investing had no drawbacks at all. Everyone could boldly squander their Sequence without reservation! When faced with something like “Divinity, ”…