Author:Rusty Dragon
Top Novel about Author Rusty Dragon
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- Bienvenue dans un jeu souterrain virtuel sans protection, plein de joueurs en embuscade qui recherchent la survie, le pouvoir et la fortune. Kieran a choisi de pénétrer dans ce jeu VRMMORPG sans hésiter, car il savait que cétait le seul moyen pour lui déchapper à létreinte de la mort. Peut-il échapper à la mort dans la vie réelle cependant, ou finira-t-il par mourir à lintérieur du jeu...
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- The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards ato...
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- Willkommen in einem virtuellen unterirdischen Spiel ohne Schutz, voll von lauernden Spielern, die nach Überleben, Macht und Reichtum streben. Kieran hat sich ohne zu zögern für dieses VRMMORPG-Spiel entschieden, weil er wusste, dass dies die einzige Möglichkeit ist, dem Tod zu entkommen. Doch kann er dem Tod im echten Leben entkommen oder wird er am Ende im Spiel sterben?...
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- An underground Virtual Reality Game without any protection, a group of power, wealth, and blood hungry players! Qin Ran, who doesn't have much time left, chose to enter, for a chance to continue living....
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- We do not belong to the light nor do we belong to the darkness, we walk the line in between. There will be no people singing our praises or bards retelling our heroism but we will have pride in our work. – Law of the Demon Hunter, Prologue...
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- Welcome to a virtual underground game with no protection, full of lurking players who seek survival, power, and fortune. Kieran chose to enter this VRMMORPG game without hesitation, because he knew this was the only way for him to escape death’s grasp. Can he escape death in real life though, or will he end up dying inside the game?...
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- When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur....
