The Dreamer's POV - Chapter 172 Prelude To The Chaos

Maid, older sister, younger sister, and even mother, all of them.

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty?It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry.Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human?Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts!Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs.“This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore.”

After struggling to survive for three hundred years in another world, Yang Qiu finally returned to Earth.

However, he was shocked to find that only one day had passed in Earth time. More surprisingly, his own sister didn’t recognize him…

And what’s worse, he hadn’t escaped from that terrifying dark magic plane at all!

To save himself, he has no choice but to take on the role of a savior…

[Fourth Crisis: Influx of Gamers] A deranged black mage disguised a magic plane as a game, deceiving even more deranged Earth players to rush into this other world and wreak havoc.

Starting with just a skeleton frame, equipment is obtained through plundering… and confiscation!

Undead, bandits, calamity—a trinity of a storm from another dimension engulfing the continent of Navalon, bringing both terror and the potential for peace, justice, order, and enlightenment.

Elder gods resurrections and the void encroaches—the battle for the end of the world begins. Since the three major calamities have gathered, the only ones who can stand against them are the fourth calamity!

Simple-minded Earth players, heed my call and take up your weapons to save this dark and magical OtherWorld!

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