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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
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
Assimilating the Crown’s Stones had never been easy. The process remained torturous even with the System’s help.
Glacier Creator nearly froze him to death.
Tempest Caller dilated his perception of time to the point where every minute felt like a year to him. The mental strain was so severe that it affected his biological function, causing his hair to grow longer.
Those two experiences lowered Roel’s expectations regarding the assimilation of the Crown’s Stones. All he hoped was for nothing to go wrong.
To his relief, the assimilation of Flooding Death started out peaceful, possibly due to the lack of organized resistance from the deceased calamity. Halfway through, however, foreign memories suddenly flooded his mind.
These memories were severely fragmented and disordered, and it swiftly induced an intense migraine in him. His mana pulsations also became erratic.
Charlotte noticed the pained frown on his face and grew anxious.
“Darling, what’s wrong?”
“There’s… a bit of a problem. Don’t worry… I can handle it,” Roel assured her through gritted teeth.
He turned his attention back to the inflow of memories and quickly figured out that they belonged to Flooding Death. He had no idea how an ancient monster made out of curses could have the capacity to store memories, but he instinctively understood their value.
The Six Calamities were destroyers who had decimated countless civilizations over the course of history. Innumerable intelligent races had utilized everything at their disposal to investigate those terrifying monsters but to no avail. The only thing they uncovered were legends stating that they had originated from a being transcending the gods—the Mother Goddess.
How did those calamities come about? How do they mature? What are their unique traits?
No one had concrete answers to those questions, but these were information Roel needed to know in order to deal with the Six Calamities.
Knowing that Flooding Death’s memories potentially contained information about the Six Calamities’ weaknesses, Roel div
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