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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
The room was silent.
All that could be heard were the wind and insect calls.
‘Did I mishear?’
Roan dared not let his guard down.
He inspected the detection formation and his blind spots, but he couldn’t find anything.
Just when he was wondering if he was being oversensitive, he spotted another white silhouette flashing across the mirror.
His hand jerked upward, directing his staff at the mirror, but the white silhouette was already nowhere to be seen. This brought a frown to his face.
So, he decided to fake the enemy out.
“I see you. Come out.”
“I-I-I refuse!” a shy voice echoed from behind.
Roan quickly turned around.
The voice was coming from the mirror. There was a translucent figure reflected in the previously empty mirror.
“A specter?” Roan blurted out.
‘No, this fellow is different from a specter.’
He had dealt with enough undead to discern that this fellow wasn’t undead. It would be more accurate to call the other party a soul entity.
The moving figure in the mirror puffed up in anger and exclaimed, “I am not a specter…”
“Then what are you?” Roan pressed on.
“I… also want to know…” The voice was filled with confusion.
Roan frowned. He couldn’t tell if the other party was feigning it. “What do you mean?”
The figure in the mirror fell silent.
A long time later, he replied with an uncertain voice, “I… might be your divine persona.”
‘…Divine persona?’
Roan was taken aback. He had no recollection of having anything like that.
“Wait…” The unexpected response threw Roan’s thoughts into disarray. He lowered his staff and massaged his temples. “You’re making me confused. What do you mean by divine persona? How are you related to Linte Isaac?”
While he had recently reaped a wave of faith, it was nowhere enough to forge a divine persona. It if was that easy to become a god, there would be Demon Gods at every turn!
His intuition told him that the ‘Machine God’ could be behind this.
“Linte Isaac?” The figure’s fleeting voice sounded confused. “What a familiar name… Can you tell me who he is?”
Looking at the figure in the
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