Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
In an underground wine cellar suffused with the rich scent of alcohol, Roel stared at the wine barrel before him in disbelief. He was stunned for a brief moment before he quickly cast a spell to illuminate the surroundings.
Light suddenly filled the room, making him squint in discomfort for a brief moment. The words inscribed on the wine barrel appeared even more vividly under the light, verifying that what he had seen wasn’t just a product of his imagination.
He immediately shot to his feet.
After a few moments of thought, his shock was slowly replaced with solemnity. He headed deeper into the wine cellar to check on the other oak barrels—they had different vintages, but the place they were brewed was the same.
<Product of Tark Stronghold>
“…”
Roel fell silent.
The first wine barrel might have just been a coincidence, but the fact that the other wine barrels were made in the same place cemented the reality for him. He was left with no choice but to acknowledge a shocking fact.
He was in Tark Stronghold, the Theocracy’s fortress housing over a hundred thousand elites and many high transcendents that had suddenly disappeared years ago.
Roel’s first reaction at having found the missing fortress was not delight but fright, for he knew the context behind its sudden disappearance.
Shrouding Fog was the most powerful member of the Six Calamities that Roel had encountered thus far. It was a monster that he wouldn’t want to confront even now that he had reached Origin Level 2.
Yet, it couldn’t be clearer that he was currently inside its domain.
Damn, I was transported straight into its belly? Roel was rendered speechless.
Even though the Six Calamities were lacking in intelligence, it would be foolish optimism to assume that Shrouding Fog wouldn’t notice their presence in its domain.
Most likely, they had been able to elude Shrouding Fog’s notice thus far because he had only activated Silver Devourer for a few short seconds, and his and Wilhelmina’s conditions were too poor to catch its notice.
The two of th
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