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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Outside the demon laboratory.
Dekan closed his eyes to prepare for a grand performance. This would showcase his professional skills as an actor.
Before Dekan could push open the laboratory door, it suddenly swung open on its own. A slender arm reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him inside.
Dekan felt his body become weightless in an instant. In the hands of that other person, he was like a cotton doll. The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his back as he was pressed against the wall.
He was finally able to have a clear look at the scene before him. The interior of the demon laboratory looked like a dark prison. A strong scent of blood lingered in the air. It resembled a slaughterhouse without the butchers’ knives. Strange utensils were scattered on tables and cabinets. Bearing traces of blood, they seemed more like torture devices.
Dekan had calculated the building area and room layouts of the demon academy and estimated the size of the laboratory. However, the actual size of the laboratory was smaller than his estimate. This indicated that there might be hidden compartments inside the laboratory, and these hidden compartments could be secret cages where humans were held.
He shifted his gaze from the surroundings to the female demon before him. Finally, he could see her clearly; she must be Miss Olive. She had a captivating yet somewhat sinister appearance. A black veil dress tightly hugged her figure, outlining her voluptuous curves. Behind her, a scorpion tail swayed.
Her eyes were filled with mockery and amusement. She stared straight at Dekan as if she wanted to steal his soul. However, soon, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.
She felt no fear from Dekan as their eyes met. Dekan remained calm and composed, showing no signs of resistance.
Olive's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she couldn't detect any fear in Dekan. Instead, he had a faint smile on his face.
"Why aren't you afraid?" Olive asked.
"Why should I be afraid?" Dekan replied.
"I have control over your life,"
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Current schedule is a bit unstable. But I will try to get 5chapters/week. Been a bit difficult, having some depression issues lately.