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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Following this ambush, their encounters with the deviants became more frequent, and the numbers of deviants in each group grew noticeably larger. It just so happened that Roel’s group was one of the rare ones with fewer members, making them an ideal target.
It was still mostly peaceful in the day, but as soon as the night descended, the deviants would exploit the chaos stirred by the demonic beasts to launch a pincer attack, making the night assaults far more dangerous than before. It was also at that point that the command center became more active to control the situation.
Amidst the light shaking of the carriage, Roel quickly browsed through a book within less than an hour before looking out of the window. The embers of the setting sun were starting to disappear, signalling nightfall. As the sky slowly darkened, the members of the group grew increasingly vigilant. Scouts began dispersing in all directions to keep a lookout.
“Who should stand guard tonight?”
The sudden question pulled Roel’s attention back into the carriage. He put his book down and looked at Hanks. After a moment of thought, he decided to step up to the responsibility.
“You were the one fighting yesterday night. I’ll head out tonight.”
“… You’re on the verge of a breakthrough, no? I can sense that your aura is already close to Origin Level 3.”
“That might be so, but fulfilling my promise is more important to me. As one of the leaders of this group, I should lead by example.”
“…”
Hanks quietly watched Roel after hearing those words. There was hardly any change in his stoic expression, but the outburst of green light above his head reflected the compliments he had for Roel’s words.
(Affection Points +100)
Just like how Hanks betrayed no signs of his expressions, Roel also kept his glee to himself.
He had become rather skilled at winning Affection Points, having done so many times over the years. He reckoned that he must have at least grown a grassland or two by now. Yet, Hanks was proving to be an incredibly difficult person to win over. They had already
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