Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 266: If I See One, I’ll Kill One
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754- Another way of control part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Roel had been through many life-and-death battles across different centuries, but not once had he ever experienced the sensation of death.
He had plenty of close shaves over the years, but he had always been able to turn things around through a combination of wit, strategy, strength, and luck… though the resulting side effects from his abilities were always a headache to deal with.
This was the first time he had reached his very limits. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to say that he had already died once. Had it not been for the Rings of Symbiosis sustaining the final sliver of his life force, he would have died together with Flooding Death.
Naturally, the severity of his condition made it much harder for him to regain consciousness too.
When he did finally awaken from his coma, he couldn’t even feel his body at all. He was able to perceive sounds around him, but they were dampened as if he was hearing them underwater. He was so feeble that he had to muster his strength just to open his eyes.
Some time later, the sounds slowly sharpened in clarity.
“O’ Sia! The bones here are all mashed up…”
“Focus on stabilizing his condition first!”
“Roel…”
He first noticed the shouting from the Sorofyas’ medical team as they barked orders to one another. Next, he became cognizant to the constant chanting of spells going on in the background. Last but not least, he heard a hoarse but feeble cry right next to him.
It was from Charlotte.
She kept mumbling his name as if to summon his consciousness, and he could somewhat understand why she was doing so.
Excessive blood loss was dangerous even to high transcendents. Even if the patient survived the ordeal, there was a chance that the trauma could put them into a persistent vegetative state. That was also why Charlotte was trying her best to awaken him.
To placate her anxiety, Roel tried his best to answer her. His response was barely audible, but it sent her in a fluster. He tried to open his eyes next, only to be startled the next instant.
He didn’t see anything despite having opened his eyes. Everyth
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