Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 922- female face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 104: Limit
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 921- Professor He who isn't human
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 988 - Flame God Set
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 841: Giving Up
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 233 - Step Back, Or You'll Get Caught In The Crossfire
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 112: The Purpose of the United Rule Meet
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 47: Can You Share Some Of The Good Stuff?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 975: Special Nightmares
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 490.2: The Two Brilliant Women - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 136: Destroying the Soldiers in Ambush
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 920- Job
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 919.5- Taste (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 829.5- For victory (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 103: Key
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 987 - Astonishing Wealth
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 840: Discovered
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 232 - Level 58 World Rank Boss; Earth Evil Centipede!
Roel Ascart hated taking risks.
This fact was known to everyone around him. It was a habit he had cultivated over the years when his sole focus had been to survive his death flags. However, that wasn’t an ironclad law.
When the cost of averting danger was greater than what he could bear, he would turn into a gambler who would stake everything he had even when the chances of success were slim.
Such was the case with Wilhelmina.
He had known from the moment she muttered her final farewell that he couldn’t lose her, so he racked his brain and finally found a solution.
Even Origin Level 1 transcendents couldn’t survive after losing half their hearts, so that was a key problem Roel had to resolve if he wanted to save Wilhelmina. The only feasible solution he could think of was to transfer a portion of his heart to her through the vow.
As long as their constitutions were compatible, there was a chance that his heart, with its tremendous regeneration ability, could fuse with the remaining half of her heart and stimulate her recovery. That was the only way to drag Wilhelmina back from the Death God’s arms.
There was just one small problem: Roel couldn’t be certain that he would survive the transplant.
Half his heart had been stolen by the Deviant Sovereign in the earlier battle, and he hadn’t recovered from that blow yet. Severing a portion of his heart at this juncture was no different from courting death. It was such an insane idea that he was shocked he even thought about it.
But he still chose to go through with it after some thought.
He was willing to undertake any risk as long as he could save Wilhelmina. Besides, he wanted to trust Her and the Indestructible Body She had forged for him.
“Mother, I’m sorry… but please look after me,” he murmured.
He sliced his chest open and severed his remaining half-heart into two. The excruciating pain that followed nearly swept away his consciousness. Blood splattered over the ground and even on his face. His clear mind quickly turned groggy.
His mind began spinning
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