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
Roel Ascart had plenty of dreams.
Most people only occasionally dreamt in their sleep, but Roel spent so much time unconscious that he was probably taking far too many remedial lessons on this subject. On the bright side, the fact that he was dreaming told him that he was still alive.
Sometimes, he would try to recall the dreams he had while he was in coma, but he couldn’t remember anything at all. Those were the dreams he had when he was in his worst condition, after all. That was why he was surprised by the current situation he was in.
Even though it was just a dream, it was far too vivid for him to shrug off.
“What’s wrong, daddy?”
“Ah? No, it’s nothing.”
Roel hesitantly stared at the little girl happily holding his hand before shaking his head. Confusion arose in his mind.
He was standing in the middle of a crowded street, under the bright afternoon sun. Busy stores were operating around him. He held the hand of a black-haired girl next to him, looking like a young father and daughter making an early market run.
What’s going on? Who is this child?
Utterly clueless about this situation, Roel took a closer look at the girl’s face and was surprised.
The beaming girl was around four to five years of age, but her delicate features and smooth black hair hinted at the beauty she would become in the future. She had a small, distinct nose, cherry-colored lips, huge eyes adorned with long eyebrows, and a pair of slightly pinkish ears.
Adorable! Or should I say ‘pretty’? Roel had to concede that he was awed by the girl’s delicate appearance.
Faced with Roel’s gaze, the girl looked back at him with her hands behind her back, the smile on her face slowly turning sweeter.
“Is daddy in love with me?”
“Ah? W-well…”
“Pft! I’m joking. Your expression looks funny, daddy. Hahaha!” The girl suddenly clutched her stomach and burst into laughter.
W-what’s wrong with this child?!
Roel placed his hand on his head, feeling a headache creeping in. He raised his head and saw a familiar holy white wall, which made him free
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.