Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 433.2: Being Toward Death (2)

Frankly speaking, Bryan was intimidated by Roel’s changes, but he knew that he still stood a chance.

Roel’s body was still in a blurry state, a sign that he hadn’t fully recovered from the earlier blow yet. Even if he had regained control over his powers and advanced to Origin Level 3, it didn’t change the fact that he was in a severely weakened condition.

If Bryan wanted to get rid of Roel, now was the best chance for him to do so.

“How did you return? Your body should have long vanished. It shouldn’t have been possible for that person to fail,” asked Bryan as his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Gray miasma had started gathering around him once more.

On the other hand, Roel gave off an air of serenity, as if he had just been through a long journey.

“Your plan was perfect. I was in the worst possible state due to my battle with Nora, and that man in the shadows was able to interfere with my bloodline and Origin Attribute to seal my powers. But just as you’ve said, fate doesn’t necessarily proceed in the way we intend it to. It’s the case for me, so it is for you.

“I recall that you mentioned something along the line of a prophecy earlier. Bryan, fate might have guided you into this elaborate assassination attempt, but regretfully, I am not one to bow down to fate. If anything, I have been desperately fighting against it all this while. It’s during times of crisis that my belief core shines brighter than ever.

“You have pointed out a way for me, allowing me to fully awaken my bloodline. You might have been able to stifle me for a moment, but there are countless others who light up the path for me. With their support, I’ll eventually achieve my goal.”

The ancestors who had provided Roel with guidance appeared one after another. Their bodies were faint and translucent, looking as if their souls were on the verge of dissipation.

In exchange, Roel’s aura was growing stronger by the moment. The three Witness States he had been through were fodder for his growth, seeping into his bloodline and becoming his strength.

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