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

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Watching Jiuyan, people would not necessarily see the obvious... Someone's banquet, how could it not be joyful, but Jiuyan's story ended unexpectedly, but he spoke about how unsuitable this event was for him


Only a vague guess as to why Jiuyan would return to the family banquet


Also, because people here like this kind of place, a mental institution, one could feel no safety or recognition, and the many words spoken by this young girl made people feel heartache


"I feel like I'm the weird one here, I don't want to stay in this place... I really want to go back, Baiwu,"


Chapter 113: Yan Zizai's Interrogation