Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
This grayish-white, frozen world was a scene Roel had seen numerous times before.
The blooming flowers out in the sky garden had their beauty locked in time, and the little bird flying past the window had halted in place. It was as if the world had transformed into an old monochrome photograph.
The only thing that was different this time around was that the world wasn’t inverted.
However, what truly shocked Roel was the towering black silhouette standing next to his bed. He was dressed in a black robe and shrouded in thick black miasma. A bizarre white mask obscured his facial features. However, there was something more sinister underlying his looks.
With his keen eyes, Roel could tell that the white mask was made out of bones and the black robe comprised deceased spirits, as evidenced by the blood-curdling cries coming from it.
What the hell is this?
Such a question naturally arose in Roel’s mind.
There was not a sliver of doubt in his mind that such an existence shouldn’t have appeared before him inside the Moonsoul Tower, especially not with such overwhelming murderous intent that made one’s blood turn cold.
“!”
Roel’s sharp senses as a high transcendent immediately alerted him to the imminent danger. Before he could fully process what had happened, he had already released a huge amount of frost aura while charging toward the bedroom door.
The black silhouette was caught off guard by the sudden flood of frost aura, clearly not having expected Roel to react that quickly.
Roel made use of this opening to flee to the living room. His room was located on the upper floors of the Moonsoul Tower, which was at least a thousand meters away from the ground, so he would only be cornering himself if he escaped to the sky garden. Thus, he could only head into the tower to seek help.
While he had managed to escape from his bedroom, he couldn’t shake off the ominous feeling in his heart. The subsequent events proved that his worries weren’t unfounded.
His guards, who would have charged in as soon as they noticed a
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