Red_Skin_Duck

“I thought we were brothers, and this is how you treat me?”
Clutching his bloodied abdomen, John stared fiercely at the two figures before him.
And the dragger embedded in his stomach was none other than the symbol of their former friendship: the legendary gear [Apate’s Whisper].
“Just got a little lucky, and you think you’re so great?”
“Claiming to be blessed by the Goddess of Luck? I’d like to see where your Goddess is.”
“Hahahaha…”
Amidst the taunting laughter, John’s world gradually darkened.
…
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for becoming player number 001 in Apocalypse]
“Didn’t I die? What time is it now?”
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring the SSS talent Kiss of LUCK, randomly gaining a hundredfold Bonus!]
“A hundredfold Bonus?”
[Ding, the Host executes a normal attack, physical damage 5; based on talent evaluation, deals a total of 2000 points magic damage!]
[Ding, the Host obtains an iron dagger, quality common; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Legendary dagger!]
[Ding, the Host obtains a magic scroll, quality rare; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Divine scroll!]
“Good, this time, you all will pay for what you’ve done!”

I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！

Seeing the almost naked bodies, the gentlemen all looked away simultaneously.

Exiled Immortal was still young and naive about such things.

Qing was a battle maniac, only interested in fighting and excitement, with no interest in such matters.

John would not refuse beautiful things, but it didn't matter; someone else would refuse for him.

The vine firmly wrapped around his eyes was the best answer.

"You, you are not allowed to look!"

Elaria bit her lip gently, but her eyes couldn't move away from those fair bodies.

Looking at their size, then lowering their heads to look at their own, a thought simultaneously appeared in the minds of the three women.

"What's wrong with being small? Small is also cute!"

"Enough, Barry, let them go. Can't you see my friends aren't interested?"

Old Mac rolled his eyes, plopped down on the leather couch, and took a sip from his glass.

Chapter114-Three Plans