Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina - Chapter 107 :Death Of White Fang

The game spoilers turned out to be fake. The characters I gathered thinking they were heroes are actually all villains. In other words, I accidentally created a villainous organization.

【Global Game + Infinite Flow + Farming Infrastructure + Healing System + Fluffy + DND-like】Born through reincarnation and abandoned in the forest at birth, I barely survived into adulthood when the global game descended, and everything had to start anew as the scientific world suddenly took a turn.Killing beginner monsters, logging into the game, each person received a Player Manual and took on extraordinary Professions like Barbarian, Warrior, Wanderer, Martial Monk, Priest, Druid, Forest Patrol, Mage, Magician, and Bard—eleven core Professions to choose from.This is a mythical world teeming with numerous Races; humans are no longer the sole intelligent Race. Elves, mermaids, Half-Breeds, Mushroom Men, goblins, and Jackal Wolfmen each have their own way of survival—some are friends, others enemies.New players, along with the world, embarked on their evolutionary journeys.Mu Ying, holding the Lord Token, took on the role of an adept farm grower and jack-of-all-trades Druid, eventually becoming the first Lord and the first player in the deep blue.…………This text contains slow-paced infinite flow elements, currently featuring Trial Worlds: Square World, Witch World, World of Gods.(There is a male lead with low presence, very limited screen time, in a relaxed, healing system centered around a strong female lead.)

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”