Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
The Demon King Academy’s roof was filled with messenger bats that evening.
The lower demons were too busy sending letters out that they didn’t sweep through the West Tower’s self-service canteen.
It was the first time Roan, in his three years in the Demon King Academy, got to taste the legendary Charcoal Grill Minotaur Ribeye. He had to admit that the rumors were not unfounded. The texture and flavors were nothing short of mind-blowing.
‘Speaking of which, is Professor Enos okay with this? If I remember correctly, the first furiataur was a demonified minotaurus.’
Roan imagined someone serving him a plate of grilled monkey. That immediately destroyed his appetite.
Egor carefully carried a bowl of vegetable nut stew and sat down opposite Roan. He first murmured his prayers before picking up his fork.
This fellow was probably the most polite high demon in the Demon King Academy… it was truly unfortunate that he was a man.
“Senior Roan, you aren’t going to write home?”
Egor addressed everyone senior, even to his peers and juniors.
Roan found it awkward at the start, but he slowly got used to it as time passed.
“I’m an orphan,” Roan replied nonchalantly while munching on his steak.
Stunned, Egor lowered his head and apologized, “S-s-sorry.”
Roan interjected with a wave of his fork, “Don’t apologize. Didn’t you hear Enos? The word ‘sorry’ doesn’t exist in hell. Be more confident when you cross me the next time.”
That was what other demons initially did, though they dared not do so openly later on. At least they wouldn’t murmur spells anymore.
The moment someone provoked Roan, he would write to the Ministry of Truth, reporting that XX had discriminated against him on Year XX Month XX Day XX, and that XX was XXX’s child.
He was exploiting his ‘protected species’ entitlement to its greatest value!
‘Got a problem with that? Tell your daddy to complain to His Majesty Demon God! You should be grateful that I’m playing nice by not freeloading on my meals and groceries!’
“Hahaha…”
Egor laughed upon seeing that
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