Category: Doomsday in Ten Days
Chapter 240: Gratitude and Grudges
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Chen Junnan turned his head irritably and stared directly at Han Yimo. Ever since arriving in this classroom, the man had been eyeing him, making him
Chapter 241: My Name Is Han Yimo
My name is Han Yimo. I didn’t lie. No, actually, I guess I did lie a little. But that doesn’t matter anymore… Can someone please come save me? Dammit, my life is stuck in a loop!!
Chapter 242: Mortal Enemies
I transcribed the evening’s game into text and posted it on a forum for help. Although there were very few replies, some people gave me different perspectives. One person mentioned, “The host might
Chapter 243: Plot
Works…? Novels…? I suddenly had a brilliant idea—writing a novel! Back in the day, I casually made up a story that caused such a stir, which proves I have talent! So I started slowly r
Chapter 244: My Savior
I tried to strike up a conversation with my “savior” a few times, but he seemed to have this aloof persona and wasn’t very interested in engaging with me. But that’s actually a good thing. Aloof me
Chapter 245: The Liberated One
At dawn, Qi Xia and Qiao Jiajin stepped outside. The Earth Tiger wasn’t there—probably not on duty yet. The Ant wasn’t there either—likely off shift. A murky yellow sun climbed into the sky,
Chapter 246: The Fraud Game
Qi Xia took the five “Tao” given by Qiao Jiazheng and officially headed to the game site of the Earth Goat. Qiao Jiazheng insisted on seeing Qi Xia part of the way, refusing to take no for an answe
Chapter 247: Fan of Four Emotions
At the end of the stairs lay a vast underground casino. Scanning the area, rows of identical-looking gambling machines lined the walls, their screens flashing with unknown content. Almost all th
Chapter 248: The Third Sorrow
“What exactly is ‘luck’?” This question involuntarily popped into Qi Xia’s mind. Just how sorrowful must a person be to have the character ‘哀’ (sorrow) written on all three fans he draws consecutive
Chapter 249: The Deception Begins
The man slowly lowered his head and carefully unfolded the fan in his hand. Hanging from it was the character for “Anger,” torn right down the middle—a particularly ironic sight. “It’s ‘Anger’…”