Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 283: Confiscate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 362: The Perfect Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1243- Proof of the Formation and Proof of the Ruins
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 975: Migration
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Chapter 10801.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1242- Antidote and Sacrifice (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.2: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 361: The First Hour
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 282: Smile
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1240- Deciding
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 281: Reports
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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