Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 147: Mother
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 229: New Mission
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 999- Sheikha Saaed's gift (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 269 - Because I’ve Read About The Three Kingdoms
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 67: Almost Fitting
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530.2: Skeleton Mountain - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 179: Fog of Specters
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 998- Sheikha Saeed's gift
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 228: I Am Loved
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 997- Reproducing Wheel
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 146: Exciting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 869: Immortal Tomb
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 268 - Vision; Earth Knight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530: Skeleton Mountain - Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 178: Falsely Relaying an Imperial Edict
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 996- Poor but want to fake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 995- Same type monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 227: Li San Hospital
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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