AshPurgatory2025
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It took another full half hour before the collapsed players gradually recovered, shakily climbing up from the ground. The injury on the thin man's left arm had stopped bleeding, and he had recovered from his blood-fainting state. He helped Zhou Yilin, who was beside him, to her feet and removed the jacket covering her head. Seeing the tragic scene before her, Zhou Yilin's already red-rimmed eyes instantly turned even redder: "Wuwuwu... I should have stayed at Granny Su's place, I…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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The scene before his eyes was veiled in a faint, pale red; colors were overturned into filthy clumps, overflowing into a lake upon the murky backdrop. Beautiful young men and women, clad in various ornately carved robes, sat in a row along an endless bronze table. They toasted one another; meat was on their plates, and blood was in their cups. In a certain instant, blazing sunlight poured down from the sky. Everything froze like statues; flesh steamed and vaporized, and translucent skeletons screamed…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The arrival of God was long before the famine; He descended along with the flowing fire and was sealed in the well by chains woven from vines, existing as a secret for a long time. The girl chosen by God often sat by the well, and from then on, the secret began to spread throughout the countryside. The villagers regarded her as a God-maiden, letting her preside over sacrifices every year to pray for a bountiful harvest. The girl grew into a woman, and the flames of war from the outside world…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The players gathered in a circle around the well, craning their necks to look down. The well cover, inscribed with the words “There is a God in the Well,” had disappeared, and they could only see the darkness below, seemingly capable of devouring everything. For a few moments, a narrow line of golden light seemed to flash, like a taut chain, or a golden serpent. Zhang Licai clapped his hands, “Oh my, it looks like there's a big guy down there. We're not going to have to go down again,…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Zhao Feng tore off a corner of his clothing and bandaged the wound on his arm. Perhaps it was the effect of the instance mechanics; the moment he finished bandaging, the sharp pain rapidly subsided to the level of a skinned knee from a fall. This could barely be considered good news. There were still four days left until the instance ended, and the thought of having to live with the pain of cutting flesh for that long was despair-inducing. Zhao Feng went to the corner…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Qi Si fished a razor blade from his custom wristband and casually flicked it toward Zhao Feng. "A weapon-type prop, and a modular one at that..." Zhao Feng caught the blade, his gaze complicated. "You're lucky—my first instance was set in a medieval church; all I saw were crosses." Qi Si smiled, utterly sincere. "Really? I thought everyone started with a weapon. Don't tell me you didn't get one?" "..." Owing him a favor, Zhao Feng swallowed the urge to…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The strong can be relied upon, and the weak can be exploited. In a multi-player gunman game, people often tend to unite with the weak and prioritize eliminating the strong. Reputation is also a standard for measuring strength and weakness. Yang Yundong, who was the first to stand up and advocate for unity and cooperation, undoubtedly stood on the moral high ground, making him the strong one in terms of reputation. And Qi Si isolated himself at the very beginning, making himself the…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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A rooster crowed loudly in the distance, and the eastern sky began to lighten. Qi Si opened his eyes to see an endless gray sky. He had unknowingly fallen asleep by the well last night, his last memory being a phantom vision of a past event that occurred by the well. The young girl who made a deal with the god was likely Granny Su in her youth. The god saw her future, anchored her soul in advance, and ultimately constructed this instance of Carnivore. It's just…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The night was thick as ink. Yang Yundong and Alan walked one after the other, stepping on the dusty dirt road, slowly exploring towards the west side of the village. The system prompted that the truth was hidden in the villagers' words. The sooner the truth was found, the fewer people would be harmed later. The villagers would only come out at night. If one wanted to ask them questions, one had to go out at night. After dinner, Yang Yundong tried to organize some players to go…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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"The whole background is a tour, yet they don't arrange a Guide, and the food is absolutely terrible. I really don't know who else would come to this ghostly place besides us suckers..." After leaving the table, Zhang Licai muttered under his breath, expressing his dissatisfaction. Qi Si leaned in and smiled. "Maybe this tour wasn't meant for the living in the first place. The villagers are all Ghosts; would tourists who enter a ghost village and can communicate…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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