Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 470: Don’t Ask

Roel had a strange dream that was filled with ups and downs.

The dream started out dark and cold. He found himself drifting aimlessly within the sinister abyss with indescribable fear clinging to him. He had faint memories of the abyss, as if he had been there before, but he barely had time to dwell on it with his consciousness beginning to fade.

It was initially silent, but the more his consciousness faded, the louder the cacophony of sorrowful cries and despaired howls echoed in his mind. It was as if countless hands were pushing down on his mind, plunging him into the sea of madness.

The voices didn’t sound human to him, but the aggregation of suffering, indignance, and despair within them was still far too much for him to bear.

His sanity began to erode under this unbearable torture, to the point that he thought that he was going to pass out.

Just as he was about to succumb, there was a sudden surge of warm energy arising from deep within him that brought a sliver of clarity to his mind. It was like a small matchstick in the midst of a snowstorm—small but reassuring, and somehow nostalgic.

Roel instinctively knew what the source of this warmth was: his bloodline.

I see… It’s senior?

His resonating bloodline was bringing him an irrepressible feeling of warmth and intimacy, which he had subconsciously associated with Lilian. He recalled hearing Lilian’s shouts right before he passed out.

He was tremendously relieved to know that Lilian was safe. At the same time, he was also surprised that his mind had slightly cleared up after the bloodline resonance.

It was a peculiar sensation. He felt like he was submerged several centimeters beneath the water, able to gaze up at the world above him but unable to rise to the surface. Everything on the surface looked terribly blurred as if looking through a film of water. His cognitive functions were also dulled, severely impairing his ability to understand what others were saying.

Even so, he still heard her question.

“Roel… do you like me?”

Those words stirred ripples, even in Roel’s dul

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