Author: Rusty Dragon

Demon hunter s Cooking Manual

Rusty Dragon 101 in week 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.

Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Rusty Dragon 51 in week <p>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.</p>

The Demon’s Menu

Rusty Dragon 26 in week When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur. Calm Protagonist Cautious Protagonist Clever Protagonist Cold Protagonist Comedic Undertone Conditional Power Cousins Demons Exorcism Game Elements Gunfighters Interdimensional Travel Knights Loner Protagonist Male Protagonist Martial arts Misunderstandings Monsters Multiple Realms Overpowered Protagonist Resurrection Schemes And Conspiracies Special Abilities Strong to Stronger Student-Teacher Relationship Sword Wielder System System Administrator Transmigration Weak to Strong World Hopping Writers

The Devil's Cage

Rusty Dragon 4214 in week A virtual underground game that has no protection. Lurking with players who seek power, fortune and survival. Kieran chose to enter this VRMMORPG game without hesitation because he knows this is his only way out from death. Can he escape death in real life or dying via the game?

They all call me Great Master

Rusty Dragon 54 in week 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!"