My Doomsday Territory - Chapter 846

“Love Tripped Into My Room: I Just Wanted Peace, Not Panties”Kaito Tenma just wanted a normal life. Wake up, eat toast, avoid drama, and maybe—just maybe—confess to his beautiful, blunt childhood friend, Riko.But fate sucker-punches that dream into space when a half-naked girl crashes through his ceiling and declares his room as her new home. Now he’s living with Yuna, a mysterious (and dangerously clingy) bombshell who thinks clothing is optional and personal space is a myth.From lewd accidents to jealousy-fueled misunderstandings, Kaito’s life spirals into a wild, hilarious mess of high school chaos, horny misunderstandings, and girls who seem way too interested in ruining his peace.He didn’t ask for a harem. He didn’t ask for trouble. But trouble keeps tripping into his life—one girl at a time.

While browsing an online gallery, I was summoned to a tower.I obtained a gallery that allows me to communicate with those who have completed the tower.

What is it like to own an abandoned oil town in the West? At first, Xu Xing simply wanted to provide some convenience for travel enthusiasts and camping enthusiasts traveling by car to the northwest.

However, it has been out of control since then…

The stall has been upgraded to a convenience store with a unique style, the instant noodles cooked in an earthen pot have been transformed into a restaurant that provides hot and authentic beef noodles, and the shack has been transformed into a hotel that is unique in the country and can look up at the deep starry sky. The tire point has been upgraded to become a gas station and maintenance station….

after that,

The town unknowingly became the size of a small county town…sixth tier, fifth tier, fourth tier, third tier…a few years later it became the only new first-tier city in the northwest Gobi Desert…

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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 atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”