More 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

"Oh, about last night... did you sleep well?"


Bai Wu originally wanted to ask what happened last night, giving it a try, but he quickly felt pain.


Having no choice, he had to switch to another way of asking.


At the moment, Yin Shuang and Bai Wu both knew something, as players, they could play word games with the Manor.


Yin Shuang thought for a moment and said,


"I slept very well last night. It's just that I've been thinking about you lately, worrying about you, to the point where I'm losing my hair. My blanket also misses you, as if it still holds your body warmth."


Yin Shuang wasn't losing hair. What's with the blanket missing me? Not losing hair, yet encountering hair loss,


and the blanket still holding my body heat...


The cold blanket wasn't warmed up by Yin Shuang herself, and in her room last night, there had been hair.


Chapter 119: Three Choices