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
Roel woke up from his dream, having successfully made a deal with the enigmatic Witch Queen for power to stand against Priestley without being instantly KO-ed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lilian, who was still fast asleep. Still in his groggy state, he heard light knocking coming from the door.
“Hm?”
Roel released Lilian’s hand and headed off to open the door. A familiar young man stood outside.
“Brother Antonio?”
Roel was surprised by his unexpected guest.
On the other hand, Antonio didn’t voice any objections to Roel’s intimate manner of address. He took a quick look at Roel and was amazed to see that the latter was still energized.
He didn’t expect Roel to recover so well.
It was just yesterday that he was on the verge of death from his severe injuries, but despite having been in this room for three hours now, he showed no signs of exhaustion at all. On the contrary, he looked refreshed as if he had drunk some sort of tonic.
“Are you done yet?”
“Ah? Ah! Y-yes, I’m done.”
“Let’s go. We need to discuss our fighting plan.”
Antonio led Roel toward the main hall where Astrid was residing.
Similar to before, she was floating beneath an iridescent glass ceiling in the main hall. Her beautiful figure and closed eyes gave off a feeling of saintly tranquility, reminiscent of a serene dream.
“This is…”
“We’re standing at the core of the Dream Realm Barrier. Lord Astrid has returned to the Dream Realm to rest. The body you see before you is no more than a clone, though it’s still of significant value so there’s an important need to guard and maintain it,” explained Antonio.
He gazed at the figure floating above him with eyes filled with warmth. A thought came to Roel’s mind, and he asked probingly.
“Brother Antonio, you seem to be on good terms with my ancestor. Have you known each other for a long time?”
“Mm. I used to be a student at Saint Freya Academy, and Lord Astrid was my teacher. She was the one who recommended me to the Twilight Sages Assembly. We’ve known each other for more than a decade now.”
“So, the reason why you ch
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