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
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.