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
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1091- Series of information
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 907: Preserved Pill
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.2: Plot to Kill - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 201: Priest
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 279: No One Is Innocent
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1090- Outer space
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1089- Rushed Gunner
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 906: Breaking the Realm (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 905: Breaking the Realm (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.1: Plot to Kill - Part 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3810: Little Grass’s Strength
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 200: Flood
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 278: Wait
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1088- Familiar people
The following morning…
Roan quickly washed up before bidding farewell to Father Jeffrey and the orphans. He began making his way back to the Demon King Academy, and he arrived at his destination just before lunch.
Unlike usual days, there were many opulent dragon carriages stopped in front of the humongous academy gates. Even the shabbiest carriage was pulled by a Gold-tier wyvern.
There were no more classes for the third and fourth-year students after the graduation ceremony, and they had no finals to prepare for either. Suddenly, the students found their usually busy lives becoming idle.
The scions, who had come to the academy just to build their portfolio, wouldn’t linger in their dormitories. They would at least return to their luxurious manors and enjoy their final holiday before giving their all for their futures.
Those who didn’t have strong connections and were unfortunate enough to be dispatched to the frontlines had already reported to the Ministry of War yesterday.
The countdown for their service duration began when they reported to the barracks. The earlier they began their service, the earlier they could maneuver their way into a desk job. If they were lucky enough, they might even be able to escape the battlefield.
The five-meter-long wyvern lay on the ground, eyeing its surroundings with lofty eyes as if a real dragon.
Among the carriages, Roan spotted a few rare hell pegasus, a species that he had only seen in his textbook thus far.
Hell pegasuses were ‘strategic resources’ in the underworld. One would have to be from a count clan to use hell pegasuses for their carriage.
While Roan was looking enviously at the carriage pulled by the hell pegasuses, a familiar figure suddenly peeked out from the carriage and looked at him with a smirk. It was a pink-haired lady with heart-shaped irises.
‘Mia?!’
Roan quickly averted his eyes as he remembered the clash they had during the graduation ceremony, but Mia leaped down from her carriage and made her way over.
“It’s been a while, Senior Roan.”
“We’re from the
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