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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 977: Sentimentality
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1246- Source battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 649: On Whose Shoulders Will the Future of the Great Liang Dynasty Rest?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 284: Do You Believe Me?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 363: I Want Save All of Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1245- Source battle
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.3
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 976: Arrival
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1244- Worry and Joy
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 349 - Possessing Puppets And Learning Through Combat
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 648: Who Can Fathom an Emperor's Heart?
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
Book 01 Chapter 08.01.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
Roel found himself standing in the midst of a dark valley, surrounded by towering mountains that blocked off the sun, allowing only bits of sunlight to spill through the small cracks between.
This dim environment highlighted Peytra’s glowing golden hair. She wore a white robe that looked divine and authoritative, giving her a look of inviolability. She was seated atop her throne with closed eyes, seemingly in deep sleep. It was only when Roel walked over from the distance that her mysterious eyes opened.
“How unexpected. You don’t look very anxious.”
Peytra observed the approaching black-haired boy as she blinked her eyes in intrigue.
“You like that girl, don’t you? She’s bound to lose her life at this rate.”
“I know that, but venting my fury blindly does nothing at all. It might bring me a moment of solace, but ultimately, nothing would have changed. What I want to achieve is Charlotte’s survival. I want to save her. I don’t want to lose her. So, I have to remain calm.”
Under Peytra’s gaze, Roel responded to her question with a quivering voice, surprising her. She noticed that the boy’s fists were so tightly clenched that blood was flowing through the cracks of his fingers.
“I understand your intention now. Answer my question then, Roel Ascart. What’s the most beautiful thing about fate?”
Peytra slightly straightened her posture, and her expression also grew a little solemn. Under her intent gaze, Roel revealed his answer.
“It’s hard for me to give a decisive answer to your question. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, if it’s fate we’re talking about, I believe that the answer is ‘choice’.”
“Choice?”
Peytra narrowed her eyes as she repeated Roel’s answer, and the latter nodded in affirmation.
“Isabella told me that fate is a tug-o-war. Nothing is decided until the present becomes the past. Before then, everything is possible. That’s why she staked her entirety on the side of the humans to fight against the civilization destroyers. In the face of overwhelming odds, she chose to strug
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