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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Roel looked at the students who were slowly approaching Paul before glancing at the familiar golden-haired figure standing amidst a huge crowd. Then, he examined his surroundings, and finally, he breathed a sigh of relief as his heart was finally put at ease.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this should be the final event of Paul Ackermann’s starting sequence in the game.
Who in this world hoped the most for Paul’s disappearance?
In Eyes of the Chronicler, that person could have very well been Roel, but things had started heading down a different path from the moment he regained the memories of his past life. There was no longer a reason for him to hate on Paul, and so, the position of the main villain would have to be passed on to two other people—Paul’s older brothers.
Ever since ancient times, the most vicious fights tended to arise from internal strife, and this was best exemplified in the current circumstances surrounding the Austine Empire. Paul Ackermann was only an illegitimate son with average talents so far, but even so, his existence still left the two older princes deeply worried. They didn’t want Paul to attend the academy as it signified an opportunity for growth.
Any hope that Paul could grow into a high-level transcendent translated into despair for them.
In fact, his two good brothers even prepared a gift for Paul’s first day at the academy so as to thoroughly crush his confidence. The other princes had been working hard to build up their own noble faction over the past decade, so they had no lack of lackeys to use in the academy.
Roel grasped his staff quietly as he watched the two men walking in their direction, but he had no intention of making a move in advance. On one hand, he couldn’t simply just ‘predict the future’ here, and on the other, it hadn’t even been an hour since he first met Paul.
I’ll just wait for an opportunity to make my move.
With such thoughts in mind, Roel bade Paul farewell before walking away.
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Looking at the scenery around him, Paul Ackermann found his initially nervous heart
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