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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
【40, 39, 38…】
The ship cabin was gradually turning colder and colder. Roel stared calmly at the white-robed young man whose right arm had already been petrified, and the shuddering Douglas returned the stare too. He couldn’t comprehend how the other party could have possibly been here.
“N-no, this is impossible. How did you manage to find…”
“We exchanged gazes, didn’t we? How is your arm feeling?”
Roel answered the man’s doubt, a small gift before sending him on his way.
Douglas’s face immediately turned ghastly pale. He subconsciously lowered his gaze to look at his petrified arm. He couldn’t have imagined that the lingering traces of mana in his arm would have actually created a trail for the boy to find his real body.
“W-wait a moment, I’m one of the executives of the Saints Convocation, and I have a high standing in the Scholar Guild too. Y-your name is Roel, right? Tell me what you want, and I’ll do my best to satisfy you!”
Douglas’s white eyes gradually regained their color as he squeezed out a strained smile on his face. He anxiously revealed his high standing, hoping to convince the boy before him to spare him. To his despair, nothing he said could melt the cold look on the boy’s face.
“Spare yourself from the effort. There’s nothing you have that’s important to me.”
“Then what’s important to you? Tell me!!”
“… Your absence. That’s what’s important to me.”
Staring down at the enemy who had infiltrated SS Saint Mary to assassinate Charlotte, the frost aura shrouding Roel began to stir. Douglas staggered backward in horror. Then, all of a sudden, his body suddenly exploded, causing his flesh to fly outward in all directions as a fog of blood swiftly suffused the cabin.
This was Douglas’s final bid for survival, his last trump card.
Blood Flesh Dissection.
This spell exploded his body, causing it to dissect into over a thousand pieces, each infused with his will. As long as one of them could escape, he would have a chance at revival.
Of course, the price of doing so was the loss of his important organs and phy
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