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!
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Roel’s Indestructible Body was an invaluable treasure the Mother Goddess had constructed for him in the ancient era. It was the reason he had survived the multiple attempts on his life thus far after returning from the Witness State.
As long as he had a single breath left in him, he could slowly crawl out of the pits of death. That was also why he was able to save Wilhelmina even though he was on the verge of death too.
Now that his heart was settled down, his body finally got a chance to take its much-needed rest. It was a dreamless sleep, and the enclosed stone chamber provided no temporal clues for his biological clock.
When he finally woke up, the first thing he noticed was the soft cushioning under his head.
Tark Stronghold’s military bunker was constructed minimally. Its cold and hard stone floor was uncomfortable to lie on, especially when one was injured. Yet, the sensation pressing against Roel’s head felt soft and warm, even carrying a tinge of fragrance.
…Fragrance?
It was upon this realization that Roel jolted from his daze.
He opened his eyes and was met with a slim waist and two semi-spheres that blocked the bulk of his vision.
“…”
Her physique is truly… Roel thought as he awkwardly averted his eyes.
It was a lap pillow, one provided by a strait-laced knight. This sharp contrast was an unexpected stimulation that brought a rush of blood into his head, clearing his grogginess.
Roel rubbed his temples.
His movements caught the resting knight’s attention, as she abruptly opened her eyes and looked downward. She looked visibly relieved upon seeing that he had woken up. She gently stroked his cheeks and asked, “You’re finally awake, Roel. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine. My body is much lighter than before…” Roel said as he inspected his own body.
His limbs no longer felt like they were pumped with lead. He had mostly recovered from the gashes on his back and left thigh, as well as his less major fractures. His more severe injuries were also healing up well. Of course, he was still in no c
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