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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
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
Inside a shadowy mountain valley, Roel stared at the cluster of mountains in the distance in a daze. A golden-haired woman gradually manifested from the darkness, appearing atop the old throne before him. She had a shapely figure that could be vaguely discerned under her traditional long robe, and her hair was emanating golden light particles.
“We meet again. It looks like you have managed to overcome the crisis, though I have to admit that I was rather surprised to see that you didn’t use my blessing. Should I compliment you for that? Or was it an intentional act on your part?”
“Intentional? What do you mean by that?”
“Fear and dread, these are the emotions that humans naturally bear toward us. Powerful beings like us are bound to be feared. It’s the natural instinct of intelligent beings to dread manipulation.”
“…”
Roel looked into the glowing, assessing eyes of the golden-haired woman before him as he considered her statement carefully.
“I’m not guarding against you. Rather than to say that I’m unwilling to use your spell, it would be more accurate to say that I can’t bear to use it.”
“You can’t bear to use it?”
Under Peytra’s penetrating gaze, Roel lowered his head slightly in contemplation, attempting to make sense of his thoughts.
“I have a feeling that a greater danger is encroaching. It wasn’t worth bringing out my trump card for the scuffle earlier on. I want to reserve my greatest power for the most critical moment.”
“Oh? I didn’t think that you would have such a high opinion of my blessing. It pleases me to hear such words. Indeed, treasuring the blessing I bestowed upon you is a show of respect to me. It’s pleasing to see that you know of respect.”
Peytra’s mood seemed to have lifted as her lips curled up. However, there was still a small doubt she had left.
“I noticed that your own self is at odds with your age.”
“My own self?”
“Yes. It’s impossible to lie to me in my world. This is a place that strips off all disguises to reveal one’s truest self.”
“… Is that so? That would explain why I feel a little peculiar here.
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