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
There have been weird pulsations coming from the dungeon?
Roel was taken aback to hear Chris’ words. He quickly ran through the plotline of Eyes of the Chronicler that he still remembered, but it only made him blink his eyes in confusion.
Based on his experience thus far, he realized that the butterfly effects arising from his changes weren’t as pronounced as he thought. Except for certain special circumstances or direct interference on his part, there was still a good chance that events from the game would still play out as they were supposed to.
Of course, he understood that the referential value of the prophetic Eyes of the Chronicler was falling with all of the changes he had brought about. For one, the events between the female capture targets and Paul Ackermann were unlikely to work out anymore since their relationship wouldn’t snowball. Nevertheless, he expected most of the background details to remain constant.
Yet, he didn’t recall the game mentioning anything about an anomaly in the dungeon, which meant that things had started diverging from the game plotline here.
“Here, take this. It’s the oil extract from the Lamp of Homecoming. If you find yourself stuck in the dungeon, light up the oil and follow its lead. It should bring you out safely.”
Chris took out a small wooden bottle and passed it over. Roel examined the bottle curiously and saw that it was filled with translucent oil-like fluid.
After entrusting the magic tool into Roel’s hands, she gave a few more words of advice before taking her leave. As a teacher of the academy, her action was bordering on cheating by according preferential treatment to a student, so it would be unwise for her to remain here and garner more attention.
Roel looked at the departing figure of the crimson-haired woman with a moved heart.
This descendant of an Assembly’s member sure is a warm-hearted person. Her ancestor must be one of Kayde’s close friends, possibly even having left some words on the ancient treant’s body before. I didn’t expect her to be so excited at th
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