Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
“Let me travel with you guys.”
And I answered in the same way.
“Not a chance in hell.”
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Firecracker would be proud I reckoned.
The Ren’duan’s expression changed. “W-Why can’t I come with you guys?”
“I’m not gonna lie, I was half tempted when I saw you at first. But when you stated that you weren’t going to forge shit, I lost all interest,” I told him. “Everybody in this group plays a pivotal role in one way or another.”
“Everybody?” he asked.
“Everybody,” I confirmed.
He then pointed at Mina in righteous indignation. “Then why do you have her!?”
“Good point. Mina, why do I have you?”
“Screw you!”
“Love you too. She’s part of the family,” I told him. “I mean, we tried to give her up for adoption, but we got a ‘return to sender’ every time.”
“Screw you sideways!”
I ignored her and asked him. “So, what’s up with you and not forging?”
His expression darkened when this subject came up. The white glow that was subdued between the cracks of whatever made up the base of his midsection flared slightly with his emotions.
I partly wondered if this was to blame. It was also this aspect of him that differed him from every other Ren’duan I had seen thus far.
“I was born with a mutated flame,” though he seemed unwilling, he started to explain. “Because of it, I was deemed a genius that would be able to forge supreme weapons before long. However, nobody asked me what I wanted. Nobody asked me what I wished for! With it being forced down my throat as it was… pause… I came to hate it! It’s all I’ve ever known all my life. Thus, in this life, forging is what I hate the most!”
The white glow flickered and burst into a flash of flames before it quickly disappeared.
Everyone else remained silent in the face of this.
“To be blessed with talent is seen as such to others, but is oft-felt a curse to those who possess it.”
What he said sounded profound, and the sagacious expression he wore drove it home too. But the fact that he was wearing a loincloth while saying it destroyed that image. Also… did he say pause because what he said soun
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