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
A hell difficulty demon king domain, an antique, two notebooks, and a stack of reference materials would take him ages to browse through…
These were Roan’s loot from Principal Evan’s office.
The appointment letter hadn’t been issued yet, but Principal Evan’s resolute tone suggested that this matter was likely already settled.
In other words, trouble was about to knock on his door.
Roan thanked Principal Evan before lugging the huge pile of items out of the office with a troubled face.
He thought he had already depleted all his bad luck today, but an accident still happened after he reached the bottom of the tower.
He couldn’t see the path ahead of him due to the huge pile of reference books he was holding, which caused him to bump into Professor Lilith, who was walking out of the professors’ office.
A Diamond-tier succubus knocked to the ground by a Copper-tier necromancer—there was probably no greater joke than that in hell.
“Ow ow ow…”
Professor Lilith lay on the floor, her crossed legs adorned with black stockings concealing what was hidden in her skirt. She looked so frail that it was hard to imagine that she boasted strength and speed on par with Professor Enos.
Her silver bob hair cascaded to her slender shoulders, and her rimless glasses coincidentally fell into her half-opened shirt.
Every detail was so on point that it could have been a model example…
‘Hold on, when did her shirt get unbuttoned?!’
“I’m sorry…”
The stunned Roan quickly apologized as he fearfully picked up his books. He was so afraid of getting involved with this troublesome woman that he dared not even meet her eyes.
But Professor Lilith was obviously after him.
She shot to her feet and snatched his books with her right hand while cornering him to the wall with her left hand.
“Mr Roan, the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t exist in hell. Do you think an apology can make up for your mistake? The least you can do is to support your beloved Professor Lilith back to her room and massage her injured leg.”
That was a tempting suggestion, but Roan had ju
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