Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
My body feels heavy.
Roel Ascart slowly opened his eyes. In his semi-conscious state, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling above him. It was a white tapestry embroidered with golden flowers that looked comfortable to the touch.
He also spotted white drapes fluttering around him.
This unfamiliar sight stunned him. It took a while before his brain slowly began starting up.
No, this isn’t the ceiling. It’s… the top of a canopy bed?
Roel had never slept in a canopy bed before, but his half-awake mind was still capable of processing basic information. He continued looking around groggily.
The ends of the bed look so far away. This bed is really huge.
My clothes are really loose too. I guess they must have ripped in the midst of battle.
With such thoughts in mind, Roel pushed himself off the bed to sit upward. He blinked his little eyes and ruffled his messy hair. His mind still felt hazy from having just woken up.
A breeze entered through the window and tugged at the drapes, revealing a mirror on the dressing table that reflected an adorable little boy.
The boy seemed to be around seven to eight years of age. His delicate appearance was reminiscent of the pureblood elves in legends, be it his smooth white skin, beady golden eyes, or his glistening lips. His dazed appearance from having just woken up looked really adorable, tempting one to give him a tight hug.
“Ah?”
The foreign face in the mirror startled Roel, jolting him awake. He rubbed his eyes intensely before taking another look, but the reflection didn’t change.
Huh? Why is my reflection that of a child… W-wait a moment!
A possibility suddenly arose in Roel’s mind. He lowered his head and saw that his clothes were loose but undamaged. He hurriedly looked at his palm right after, but they were strangely small.
His eyes slowly widened in horror as all the evidence was backing one frightening possibility.
He anxiously crawled to the corner of the bed and pushed aside the drapes so as to get a closer look at himself in the mirror.
“This is… me?”
Roel was stunned by the irr
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