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 thought that he could finally get a good night’s rest before drifting off to sleep, but his hopes didn’t come to be.
He had a nightmare.
In his dream, he vaguely sensed the Origin Attribute hidden in the depths of his body resonating with something in the external world, prompting it to seep out mana to form a protective barrier in the area. Then, a beautiful and familiar yet shocking silhouette flashed across his mind.
The Mother Goddess.
“!”
The blurred yet terrifying silhouette finally jolted Roel awake from his sleep, but what he witnessed afterward stunned him.
He was surrounded by ice.
He was still in the same inn room, but everything he could see was coated in a layer of frost. Even the ceiling above him was sealed off by his frost aura.
Glacial Touch had somehow activated without him knowing.
A sudden loss of control in one’s power could rouse one’s fear, but Roel wasn’t worried about it. He could sense that the Crown’s Stone was not trying to harm him; it was protecting him from a similar power. As this intuition surfaced in his mind, his face slowly warped in horror.
A similar power.
The only powers that came from the same origin as Glacial Touch were the manifestations of disasters that Roel definitely didn’t want to encounter—the Six Calamities.
“How is this possible?”
While muttering to himself, Roel shot to his feet, grabbed his items, and rushed out of the inn. A commotion had already broken out on the streets despite the ungodly hour. The soldiers on duty were pointing at the distance while frantically discussing with one another. More and more people were rushing out from the nearby buildings to observe the situation.
It was around then that Roel finally noticed the bizarre phenomenon.
A white fog had covered half of everything they could see in the distance. It spanned from the ground all the way to the sky, as if it was becoming the new world. It billowed furiously as it swiftly rushed at Balk Town from afar.
“W-what’s that?!”
“The fog is coming!”
“Ring the alarms!”
The garrison troops keenl
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