From the heart

You wake up to find yourself in a post-apocalyptic world where humanity resides in High Towers, and monsters roam outside. 
Your eyes can see peculiar remarks:
【There are Two Evil Fallen hiding 1600 meters away. When you're extremely angry, you can feed them well with a simple sliding tackle.】
【Before you start cooking, you'd better check its pocket. Don't develop the bad habit of monster killing without looting.】
【It's surprising that someone would stare at their own face. I admit your face is quite immersive. If I were human, I'd give you a 9 out of 10. Of course, I'm a 97. Don't ask why I'm hundred mark system】
【The other party is a big shot whose level is far above yours. I have three pieces of advice for you: grovel, grovel, or grovel. About its weakness? Better not place your hopes on me as I'm just a small remark with limited abilities.】
The High Tower, symbolic of the apocalypse, the deformed monsters attracted to malicious thoughts outside, the high-stakes gamble of the powerful, the perilous situations of explorers, the traps in the end times—
Under your eyes, everything is presented in a mischievous style.
All darkness, nowhere to hide!

Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

This irrepressible rage gave the captain an extremely intense desire to fight.


Bai Wu watched as the flames swept over once more, thinking… this might be a blessing in disguise.


[Input up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, BABA, congratulations, you now have thirty more lives! Enjoy the thrill of exploding on the spot! Or would you like to challenge a single-life playthrough?]


After several cabins had been cleared by Wu Jiu in a crushing sweep, the Evil Fallen became increasingly reluctant to rush at him.


Being blown to bits was preferable to being hacked to pieces.


This time, Bai Wu's respawn point was near the cargo hold in Economy Class Three, while Wu Jiu was in Economy Class Two.


The two of them tacitly understood each other, and within nineteen seconds, Wu Jiu had reached Bai Wu's side.


His eyes were bloodshot, veins on his hands that held the belief the Evil Fallen must die were bulging.


Chapter 77: The Best of the Field