Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
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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