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Leveling Endlessly with the Strongest System!

Roy died in an unfortunate accident. He thought that was the end. But unfortunately for him, God didn't have a place for him in heaven, and the devil didn't want him in hell either. So he ended up in the body of a famous count's third child, who his entire family neglected. The world was exactly the same as the one in the novel he had read the day before he died. The person whose body he had come to possess had the same name as him but wasn't mentioned in the novel because he had died two years before the forces of chaos invaded the county. That meant, while Roy was alive in this new body, two years later, he would die, ripped apart & eaten by a monster. He needed strength to survive the future events, but unlike the protagonist of Stallion novels, he didn't have a golden finger! [You've gained 1 EXP] It was only after unintentionally stepping on a bee Roy realized that he possessed a golden finger! And this golden finger might be his key to becoming the strongest!

Crimson_ink · Fantasy
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504 Chs

Red Mist Servants (Part-1)

The putrid corpse's body was half black and half grey and looked no different than a decomposing carcass, full of puss.

It also bad big and small holes, some the size of saucers.

The part that makes guts churn is that each of its holes housed disgusting little things.

Roy got a clear look at them.

Some had worm-like bodies, and the others had centipedes-like bodies. The latter had countless legs made of bone-melting Force, while the former had two mouths. Each of their mouths was of a different color and had teeth shaped like blocks. These teeth were made of extremely lethal poisonous Force. If someone were to get bitten by them, they would melt down to nothing in seconds. Even if they are aura masters, they won't be able to avoid that fate. The only way to survive their bite was to cut off the area which they bit before the poison could spread.

The centipedes' legs, on the other hand, were not as poisonous, but getting pricked by a hundred of them would no doubt… kill you.