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Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

The list goes on, but the last one mentioned, which surprisingly really exists, was priced 500,000 Pleasure Points. Therefore, she went like, '...Ah, so you system can also be glitchy huh, lumping a hundred thousand points items with ten thousand points items... But damn, I hope no host ever think of purchasing that accursed virus! I don't want an end-of-the-world movie to become reality by a host's hand!'

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

"You had a nice long sleep, didn't you. I will bring you some tea" "thanks. That would be lovely" Penny replied. "Feeling better? Your cheeks are nice and rosy" Uncle Charles now woke up with a start. He addressed Penny. "Benny's making great strides, child. Aha, intelligent dogs, these spaniels" "I'm glad you like him, Uncle" Penny said, lifting back the blanket and swinging her long, slim legs to the ground. "Perhaps when he is a little bigger, Jeremy can bring him down for the shooting"

With her pitiful 156 points, she wasn't even close. Still, Hayley's eyes gleamed. If the store carried something that powerful, just imagine the chaos if it ever got out. That was a game-changer for the entire world. She rubbed her palms together, scheming. A hundred million points. No matter what, she had to save up enough to buy at least one dose someday. After finishing with the medicine, she clicked into the weapons tab and instantly started drooling. Even a basic P5 handgun cost 500 points, while a Glock was 1,000. Submachine guns and shotguns started at 5,000, and the AK she had her eye on was listed at 8,000.

When I was choking on my food, Jillian Oakley was on the dance floor with an escort. My face had turned red as I desperately begged her to help me, but she only thought of me as an eyesore and chose to run off with him. It wasn't until I was on the verge of dying that a server noticed me and managed to save my life. Yet, the first thing Jillian did when she came back was slap the server across the face. Then, she pointed at me and snapped, "I was gone for only a moment, and you were already flirting with another woman? Since you don't care about getting married, we'll just keep postponing the wedding." I would rack my brains trying to explain myself in every possible way whenever she lev

"Sweeping the floor, +1 point." "Getting first place, +100 points." "Getting scolded, -20 points." "Breathing, -100 points." "Living, -10,000 points." That last line, the pen tip tore through the paper. "Dad, are my points enough to trade for my life? If there's a next life, I don't want to accumulate any more points. I just want to be a human being." Dad stared at the piece of paper, his eyes bulging.

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 51: BURNT AND THROWN The next day, Lixien was peacefully sitting on the comfy seat under the windy hat to find peace from anyone, away from anyone’s sight even though Dallan and Miles were with her, although a few meters away.