Category: Corona On Oculus-v1

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, ”…

Xue Qi steadied her breath, turned her gaze to Bai Yuan, and after composing herself, began: “Hello, could you tell us about this hotel? Is it not a manifested Thought-Reality field that has truly descended? “ Her voice drifted as she glaced down at the diamond-set Ferald pendant hanging from her neck; the crystal cartridge…

Yang Zicang shot a dirty look at Bai Yuan. Filled with childlike glee, Bai Yuan continued his introduction to the onlookers: “At that time, right after we got here, I saw Mr. Yang here being chased by an evil bus monster, totally out of control, running for his life. So of course, I, this dashing…

｛I have counterbalanced 170,000 N!｝ ｛My cumulative enduring order exceeds 100,000 N… I, the Great Quadrilateral, have begun the investment rebate process.｝ A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. Before they could even see what had happened, two bodies crumpled to the ground, amid the car sickness-inducing, nauseating scent of perfume. ｛I distribute an…

“Whew, that was close!” bellowed “Taishan,” who had just scrambled to his feet, shoving his dislocated jaw back into place before mumbling, _”Rudolph, cripple him!” Only then did he see Rudolf’s fingers, which had been shattered by the explosion. The man had just grasped the bullet at an almost extreme speed, and Yang Zicang had…

“But those things are only attainable by the most elite experts. If anyone wants a five-hundred-year Chrono Weapon, you better first prepare your mind for the possibility of having your head punched clean off by demonic creatures. “ “And what about the two-hundred or three-hundred-year ones? “ More people from the Travelers’ Guild arrived, and…

Downstairs. The first “expert” Yang Zicang had ever encountered, Bai Yuan… was now at the entrance of the deserted Maritime Bureau’s “Fishermen’s Supply and Abnormal Maritime Incident Registration Office,” observing the scene inside. Within the roughly sixty-square-meter room, a man and a woman, both looking quite uneasy about their current situation, carried small wooden buckets…