Two days later.
The temperature had warmed up to ten degrees above zero, and the Gray Mist, the culprit of the apocalypse, had vanished without a trace.
In its place was a faint stench.
With no water to flush toilets, the sewers were mostly unused.
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LitRPG / Adventure
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LitRPG / Sci-fi
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Global Stat Points: I Maxed Out Attack Speed
LitRPG / Urban
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Urban / Comedy
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LitRPG / Mature
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