Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 488- Killing Beer (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 487- Killing Beer (1)
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 756 - Luminous Sky in an Uproar
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 675: Reflections of the Floating Life
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 75 - Turns Out It's Some Guy Under Level 20
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 07 Chapter 206: Yellow Springs Self-Mirroring Ritual Array
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 295: In Front of the Left Guard's Office on a Snowy Night.
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 181.2: An Unexpected Encounter with the Married Goddess (2)
Transmigration with Cheat Codes
Chapter 29.2: White Horse Escort Agency
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 031.2: The Prestigious Jixia Academy, Part 2
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Chapter 655.2: The Witch’s Prophecy (2)
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 103 - Dekan Will Become The Biggest Unpredictable Factor
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3649: Infiltrated by an Immortal Emperor
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 486- Close combat
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 755 - Maniac Versus Maniac
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 674: Collaboration
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 485- Weapon Monster
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 74 - Dungeon Hall
In a dimly-lit castle, there existed a secret room behind a hidden entrance. In this room, an austere golden-haired man was seated at one end of a long table, staring at a painting that was floating before him. A crease was slowly forming between his brows.
A month had passed, and the prophetic oil painting had changed greatly from when Bryan first saw it. If what he had viewed before was an inferior work created by an artist’s whim, then now it had indubitably become a masterpiece created under the hands of a skilled painter, a work to be marveled.
The boy and girl in the painting, who were previously nearly indistinguishable, were now depicted with realistic vividness, and the surrounding buildings had all sharpened in clarity.
This was good news. It symbolized that the date of fulfillment of the foretold prophecy was ticking close, and the variables surrounding the event were lessening. Soon, the boy from the Ascarts and the girl from the Xeclydes would fall into danger.
However, Bryan had another view regarding this matter. He had learned a lesson from his previous failure with prophecy.
“This painting doesn’t depict their death, which means that the conclusion is uncertain.”
Bryan muttered coldly as the crease between his brows deepened.
Truthfully, he wasn’t too optimistic about the prophecy. Sitting at the opposite end of a long table, an enigmatic figure known as the Collector chuckled upon hearing those words.
“You’re right. Still, if the painting has been completed to this degree, they won’t be able to escape the ill fate that awaits them.”
“Who’s the one making a move?”
“The Mythril Priory. Of course, there could be other powers behind them too. They proposed a collaboration with us, but I declined.”
“Declined?”
For the first time, Bryan spoke with a hint of doubt. He looked at the silhouette hidden in the darkness before him, hoping to peer into the man’s true intentions. Seeing this, the Collector explained.
“They don’t stand a good chance. They are going for the Ascarts and Xeclydes together. Houses
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