Chuzheng felt it was necessary to have a good talk with the Bastard.
All she did was look at the files until her head ached, so she decided to sleep for a while.
When she opened her eyes, she found that her surroundings had changed.
This was too much!
The Bastard was really something!
"[Thank you, Miss, for the compliment.]" The King's Account said with a shy voice.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng didn't choose to commit suicide.
After all, suicide really wouldn't get her back.
It was somewhat infuriating.
It was as if the exit button of the game was controlled by the Bastard.
She could only choose to revive...
This damn Bastard!
Chuzheng calmed down and surveyed her surroundings, a very ordinary room that, judging from the items and decorating style, seemed to belong to a girl.
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Thirty years ago, thunder roared in the sky for three days and nights.
After those three days and nights, the Demonic Beings that had been dormant awaken one after another.
