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Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752 Awakening in Adversity

“I understand.”

Yasmine nodded, and they took Emmanuel away.

Emmanuel woke up to find himself lying on a cold, unforgiving stone bed, swathed in layers of bandages that cocooned his body. His surroundings were dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ancient, musty scent. His right hand throbbed with such intensity that it felt as though it might split open, sending waves of searing pain coursing through him.

“Awake at last, young sir?” came a gruff voice, as an unseemly figure leaned in, causing

Emmanuel to startle and swiftly straighten himself upright.

But then he exclaimed with fervor, “Blake! Is it truly you? You’ve survived?”

“Haha, I possess the aura of a protagonist; even death dares not claim me,” Blake remarked with a proud smirk, his confidence shining through like a beacon in the shadows of uncertainty.

Emmanuel chuckled, “What kind of deranged author would make an ugly guy like you the protagonist?”

“Oh damn, I saved your life, and you’re dissing me like this? Like the farmer and the snake!” Blake protested excitedly.

Emmanuel smiled and said, “Thanks.”

“Forget such trifles; gratitude from a man holds no sway over me. Should a woman express thanks, she might even offer herself as a reward. What do you possess in comparison? Nothing of consequence,” Blake declared nonchalantly, his gesture dismissive yet laden with an air of superiority.

moment, he watched Emmanuel attempt to

you crazy?” Blake marveled at his resilience. Just moments ago he was bleeding

to do,” Emmanuel patted Blake on the shoulder with a smile. “It’s great to meet you

“Do not entertain thoughts of involving me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern of mine is it? I am merely

realized that where he had just laid was a temporary medical station in

from the heavens above, each flakes a fleeting masterpiece in its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his wounds pulsed with an insistent ache, reminding him of the harsh reality that persisted beneath the

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

the searing agony that threatened to breach the barriers

the first time

He needed strength.

first occasion he had

what means might

in uncertainty, leaving him adrift in a sea

heedless actions were no longer

with forceful intent, the risk loomed large that his meridians, already stretched to their limits, might rupture, leaving

knew he must uncover a more

he hastened his steps away from the central realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute as he embarked on his journey towards the distant domain of

the way, his mood was extremely complex.

chronicles, the Ophanim Clan stood as perennial adversaries to the dreaded Black Wolf Team. Emmanuel pondered this historical enmity as he weighed the formidable prowess of Falcon and

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