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My Evil System

Cross is a laborer and helper working in multiple construction sites and stores to pay his bills and food. The pay isn’t much, but he is content with his life. He has a job, a crappy rented apartment, and a girlfriend. But it all shatters when the world changes one day. A strange phenomenon teleports everyone into a world of fantasy, magic, dangerous beasts, and mystifying creatures. Everyone is given abilities, skills, and spells and can level up like in a game. And that’s not all. They are transported in a medieval timeline where technology is nonexistent, and living is harsher than one might expect! When Cross swipes his hand, a screen appears, and the first thing he read. ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M S I D E Q U E S T ‖ * Insult Someone Reward: +100 EXP * Spank a girl’s butt Reward: +1,000 EXP ‖ E N D ‖ ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M M A I N Q U E S T ‖ * Brake up with your girlfriend Rewards: +10,000 EXP Egg (?) ‖ E N D ‖ ---- This story is not like any MMORPG games. Besides the usual Kingdom Wars, quests, and guild wars, there world be 'WORLD CATASTROPHE' events. In short apocalyptic event that the MC and the others must overcome through KINGDOM BUILDING and soon. ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

MiuNovels · Games
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236 Chs

A Little Distressing Time . . .

I leaped off the wagon and approached Dementia.

"Looks like your journey was a success," she said as soon as I was near her.

I replied, "Yeah. I got plenty of tokens to save my territory for the potential flood."

Dementia briefly looked at the players in the wagon, just in time to see the carriage quake as the players thrashed the wooden planks. Their miserable howls racked the tranquillity of the forest. 

Based on the horror on their faces, it was safe to assume they knew who Dementia was. After all, the tale of the Old Hag, who could change her appearance to lure in ignorant travelers in Shadow Forest, was popular.

"I see that you've brought me . . . gifts," Dementia slurred, long nails skimming across her lips.

"Ah. These are my payments. I'm here to buy your latest brew," I immediately corrected her. 

"Looks like you liked my previous gifts."

I shrugged. "Yeah. They're very handy."