Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Roel slowly ventured down the dark corridor. A path formed amidst the chaotic space through the use of a spatial spell. Slowly but surely, he was closing in on his destination.
It was a familiar sight. The plain felt exceptionally peaceful under the night sky. A lofty tower emanating an air of divine authority stood at the center of the plain. A place where humans and gods co-existed—that was the first impression Roel had of this place in the Witness State.
But this place had changed vastly from before.
The scenery and the tower were the same as ever, but the bustle was no more. The cities that once sprawled on this plain were nowhere to be seen. The sky was not full of beings coming to and fro, either.
The Moonsoul Tower was no longer brightly lit. Only the multitude of rooms whispered just how vibrant the tower used to be. The guards who usually patrolled the corridors were nowhere to be seen.
He had seen these back when he was searching for Alicia, but it still disconcerted him.
He walked through the guest waiting room, which was decorated with many artworks, and entered the silver-themed banquet hall. Looking at the empty room, he could somehow see silhouettes that used to be wandering around.
This was where he had pitted his wits against the leaders of the High Elves and the other races. It was all thanks to the Mother Goddess’ bias that he survived that ordeal, which prompted him to change his plan.
Thinking about it now filled him with many emotions. It all felt like a dream. Only the heavy pressure coming from afar refuted that conjecture, forcing him to confront reality.
He walked up the stairs and arrived at the audience room at the highest level. He made his way through the corridor and reached the inner bedroom. It looked the same as he remembered it. It was only upon reaching the courtyard that he remembered to halt his footsteps.
The familiar aura from behind the door made his face turn grim.
He felt awfully nervous, as he didn’t know what was awaiting him. For one, the Mother Goddess definitely would
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