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
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
While a white-haired old man in the Holy Capital was musing about the major ongoing changes in the present era, a young man in the faraway Tark Prairie was also contemplating the same things in a room dimly lit by the rays of the setting sun.
Shortly after the sun disappeared by the horizon, a golden-haired woman returned to the room with a few wild delicacies she had promised.
It was clear that she had put quite a bit of effort into it.
As the one who had proposed the idea, the young man wanted to personally whip something up with the ingredients gathered, but his offer was firmly rejected.
Just like that, Roel was bestowed with the honor of tasting the first dish prepared by the esteemed princess of the Saint Mesit Theocracy. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t worried, especially since there was usually a negative correlation between strength and culinary prowess—or at least that was how it was usually depicted in the novels.
It was just that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything after seeing the serious look on Nora’s face.
Worried but unable to do anything, Roel could only try to divert his attention elsewhere to allay his unease. The affairs surrounding Mother Goddess naturally surfaced in his mind, being one of the major threats he was facing at the moment.
Unlike Holy Eminence John, who was primarily reliant on deductions to fathom the currents of the present era, Roel had come into direct contact with some of the major forces of the world, especially Mother Goddess. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that he had dreamt of Her.
He could thump his chest and guarantee that there was not a single person living on the present Sia Continent who had piqued Mother Goddess’s attention more times than him. Even the most celebrated bishops of the Saints Convocation would lower their heads in shame before him.
Hell, I was even a Holy Son of the Saints Convocation at one point in time, albeit in a parallel reality. What can I say? I guess I am pretty ‘lucky’.
Catching the attention of Mother God
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