The Creator God Was Enslaved by Her Yandere Sister

It's just, 2 light novels of Shimeng Cao f who worked together and thought of ways

It is necessary to increase the physical strength to the maximum.

The same is true for the 100% crit rate, and every attack is a crit.

The premise is that his physical attack is strong enough. After all, crit means adding a percentage to the physical attack.

The previous level is really good.

As long as these side quests are completed, the level will be opened.

The experience points required in the future will also become more and more, especially after reaching the [-]th level.

Even if you complete three side quests, you can't level up.

This is how rpg games are, the more difficult it is to level up in the later stages.

However, this is also one of the joys of RPG games.

Level up slowly and progress through the main quests slowly.

Enjoy the scenery in the game.

This is also the joy of rpg games.

"Wow, it's so cold

If Mirna wasn't in a state of immobility, she would have gone out to find Kirsten long ago.

One is that she can't stand the cold, and the other is that she is a little worried

"So sleepy, so..."

She has exhausted her strength because of today's events.

She was a little sleepy and wanted to rest.

However, her consciousness still told her not to fall asleep.

"I'm back!...Milna?"

She looked curiously at Mierna's direction, but Mierna was so sleepy leaning against the rock wall that she fell asleep.

"Really... fell asleep so easily?"

This time, the sister in Milna's dream did not come out.

Maybe it's because of something, I can't stay here, right?

But it's okay, let her fall into a deep sleep after a long absence.

Milna Barritt.

There are so many things that I have experienced as a company social animal.

Not just the incomprehensible thing of changing from a man to a woman.

And felt sadness countless times.

In his sleep, the boy stood in front of two huge black and white photos.

The surrounding colors are gray and black.

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Who is the person engraved on it?

He couldn't see the person in the photo, but he was standing in the middle with something like a candlestick.

The people around were wearing black suits to attend the funeral.

But whose funeral is this?

The young man can't imagine at all, who should he celebrate?

Who should be praying for their rest in heaven?

The boy stood there, bowing his head, unable to squeeze out a single tear.

He had a hunch that it must not be someone he cherished.

If the person he cherished died, he would never show such an expression.

"That's right, that's right! It must not be someone important to me!"

"That's right, for fathers and mothers who only care about themselves. You sure don't think of them as important people, do you?

An angel-like bell rang in the boy's ear.

"Yes, my important people are not them!"

"So, who is it?"

The young man covered his head, trying to answer that beautiful voice.

"Who is it!?

The teenager only felt a splitting headache, and he couldn't remember the people who were important to him.