Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
The latter stared back in silence, challenging the Gatekeeper to speak first.
“How tempered are you?”
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I could feel my brow raise in surprise as out of all the questions I expected to be levied at me, this one wasn’t in the top ten.
Heck, it wasn’t even in the top 100. If I had to give it a number, it would be around 357, beating out, ‘Does this forge make me look fat?’ which sat comfortably at 356… get it? They’re sitting because they’re fat. Ha!
“Well!?” the Gatekeeper’s expression turned into mild annoyance.
I could feel the temperature fluctuate between hot and very hot with his words. Fire bellowed from his mouth between each vocable and I was tempted to tell him how cool it made him look, but I held myself back in deference to his godly chin.
“Ninety-Nine Perfected Tempers, the hundredth is newly attained,” I said after a while.
“Not bad,” responded this Chad of a man.
“Show me,” he then ordered.
Count that as something else I wasn’t expecting to hear. Did he want me to just strip down right here right now for him?
I mean, the Chin wants what the Chin wants I guess. Does this make me bi-chincurious? I don’t even know anymore.
“You’re wearing shadow silk robes, just do it!” Captain Chadeus roared.
“Oh yeah.” I slapped my forehead for my stupidity. Don’t judge me, I legit forgot. It was the chin I tell ya! That thing’s a lethal weapon.
Regardless, I took out the hammer and was once more impressed with its weight. It was obvious at this point that the weight of the hammer changed somehow in response to my somatic essence cultivation.
It was heavy enough for me to feel the strain but not enough to hinder me in my use of it, whether it be for cultivation or battle.
I remained seated and took a deep breath.
Dum!
My cauldrons were all out and I could sense their unique orbits as I ran the Foundation Forge Body Tempering Art.
I felt the somatic essence gushing throughout my body, and I released a breath of bliss in response. Honestly, they didn’t tell you how it felt when you did this and I consider it a crime. T
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