Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1213: The Jungle

If one day, when you find out that the immersive game you play is not a game but a reality, what will your reaction be?

A game called Zerg OL is sweeping the world. In this game, you need to play a bug to help the leader Jiang Yao rebuild the bug swarm and resist the human imperial army that may appear at any time to wipe them out.

“Mengxin, is this game fun?” Mengxin, who is new to the group, asked.

“A newcomer is here, this game is very fun!”

“Mengxin, go! This group is full of perverts!”

“Go!”

“Walk!”

“The person who chatted with you just now has not been offline for 72 consecutive hours. He just entered the ICU yesterday!”

“Is this game boring?” Mengxin was a little confused.

“Extremely disgusting! Playing other games requires money, playing this game is useless!”

“The liver doesn’t matter at all, they call me the Emperor of the Liver in other games!” Obviously, the naive Mengxin obviously didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter.

until one day.

“Since playing Zerg OL, now my waist is no longer sore, and my legs don’t hurt anymore. I’m only 20 years old, and I’m a young man with baldness. My blind date girls call me uncle, it’s great!”

And for this group of players, Jiang Yao is also heartbroken.

That steel thunder beast over there, don’t go up and listen to my command! The Titans of the Order of Titans are coming! Don’t go alone in the group!

Dragon! Play battleship! You are against the air! Don’t hit the ground! There are ground units on the ground to fight!

Those devourers of the N74 galaxy! Fuck! Don’t spray on that blue planet, it’s your home planet! I’m not kidding!

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Urano, a bookworm who had finally found a job as a librarian at a university, was sadly killed shortly after graduating from college. She was reborn as the daughter of a soldier in a world where the literacy rate is low and books were scarce. No matter how much she wanted to read, there were no books around. What is a bookworm to do without any books? Make them, of course. Her goal is to become a librarian! So that she may once again live surrounded by books, she must start by making them herself.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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