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
Looking at the multicolored crystal and the glowing scepter, Roel suddenly stiffened up.
He released a burst of mana inside the tightly-guarded hall, expanding his senses to determine the voice’s origin. He had suddenly put his guard up, not just because of the familiar voice that had appeared out of nowhere but the content of the message too.
Begin? Begin what?
Roel clenched his fists as he instinctively sensed that it wasn’t anything good. Meanwhile, Adola tilted her head in confusion.
“Milord? You…”
“…No, it’s nothing.”
Roel shook his head after a moment of silence, choosing not to explain his outburst. Adola and the others didn’t pursue the matter, either. It would have been a grievous crime if it had been anyone else, but it was okay because it was him.
This incident caused him to suddenly lose interest in the scepter, and he decided to return to the Mother Goddess’ room.
Peace finally returned to the Moonsoul Tower.
Roel sat on a comfortingly warm jade chair with highly strung-up nerves, almost reminiscent of a spear about to be thrust forth or an arrow about to be shot. His mana furiously gushed within his body like a beast that couldn’t be soothed.
He had even sent Adola out to get some time to himself.
All this while, he had always maintained a skeptical attitude about the mysterious voice he had heard right before the assassination. This was the only mystery he had yet to solve thus far, and he suspected that it might be an important clue for him to break the current status quo.
Who could have thought that this clue would be far larger than he had expected?
You have done well. We’ll begin two days from now.
The fact that those words were spoken at the very moment he laid his eyes on the divine scepter that controlled the Six Calamities gave them a lot of weight.
Roel settled down in a chair and quietly gazed at the distant horizon for an entire afternoon, till a knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t I say not to disturb me?”
“Yes, milord, but something ha
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