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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
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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