Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 142: Family Members' Secret Classes
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 213: They Found Us!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 394: Settling Old Scores
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 236: Heartache of the Mechagod, The Last Queen of the Vampires
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 067.1: King Arthur: Excalibur! Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3708: The Spelling of Disaster
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
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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