MTL - Alien Snack Bar - Chapter 165 Indigenous

Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him.

Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun.

Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started.

[… Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!]

After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere.

“As I said, I'm keeping you here to torture you! Don’t make me repeat myself!”Princess Laurel's eighteenth birthday turns into a nightmare—kidnapping, murder, and the revelation that her mate is the perpetrator, a revenge for her father's annihilation of his pack.Their union is fueled by hate, unwanted longing and mixed emotions. She swears to survive and escape but her mate vows to keep her besides him to torment her.With no choice left, Laurel tries to get stronger to survive the torment her mate dishes to her.The infamous Lycan Hunter hears of her predicament and hatches a plan to save but it's thwarted by her mate's brother, who finds her interesting.But even worse befalls Laurel, when the King of all Lycans goes on a rampage to destroy all of werewolves, her kind.DISCLAIMER!!~ Slow Burn Romance~ The Female Lead Gets Stronger~ Daily Updates!~ No Rape~ Has Gory Scenes

Liu Xuefeng was a normal boy who had it all planned: get to the same university as his best friend Tianshi and win her love, spending the rest of his life with her.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.