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
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
No place in the world was fairer than the world of dreams.
It was the one thing in the world that disregarded one’s wealth, gender, and age. Whether one was living inside the royal palace or roaming the streets, resting peacefully at home or fighting an intense war on the battlefield, they could have everything they wanted in their dreams.
Dreams had a special significance on the Sia Continent, serving as a basis for divination.
Roel Ascart was currently having a dream, but it was not a dream that belonged to him. He was spectating a woman’s life from a third-person perspective.
Peering into another person’s life should have been a mystical experience, but what he saw was hardly interesting at all—boring, in fact. It was a dream based on Wilhelmina’s memories.
Much of her memories could be summarized with one word: training.
There was a fundamental limit to a person’s time and energy, so those who wished to excel in a field had to make trade-offs for it. While Wilhelmina, with her potential expanded by the Shadow Warrior Armor, grew much faster than her peers, she had to make many sacrifices for it.
Her childhood had been dull and monotonous.
The intense training she went through, at this point, had been out of coercion rather than her volition. Countless times she had dived under her blanket to stare at the hero depicted in the storybook with hands worn out with blisters and blood from her swordsmanship practice. It was not just once or twice that she had cast doubt on the so-called vow.
That sight filled Roel with guilt.
He would have never thought that while he was working hard to live a peaceful life, someone else in the distant Knight Kingdom was undergoing torturous training from a very young age to protect him.
Fortunately, this piece of memory didn’t last long, possibly because it was too distant. The girl, who had grown older in the meantime, came to affirm her will. With her maturity, she came to see how important was the mission entrusted to her. She proactively strove to grow stronger so that
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