The Pinnacle Of Life

In an instant, the crock formed a powerful gravitational force on the Life Book symbols that were wrapped around Blaze‘s body, sucking up all the chains. However, it seemed the crock was having quite a hard time too. More tiny cracks were spreading from the many cracks that had already formed on the crock.

Seeing this, Blaze hurriedly kept the crock away and continued toward West before he could even process his emotions. Even so, the words from the Life Book continued pouring out endlessly. Every time these chains caught up to him, he would activate the crock time after time.

Suddenly, the crock shattered entirely, while the loud crack echoed through the air. Following that were tens of chains, rushing straight at Blaze, wrapping themselves around Blaze once more.

King Sandros huffed as he approached slowly. “Hey brat, run! Or can you?”

Just then, a woman dashed out from the side and put herself in front of Blaze. She was wearing a long violet dress, with her natural perfect face facing the king. It was hard to estimate her age, since she looked rather young, while seemingly having an old soul.

This woman was, in fact, King Sandros’ concubine. She stood up courageously, all for her lover.

“Maylene, you… What do you mean by that? Do you really want to die alongside him?”

The woman called Maylene touched her stomach gently and said, “King Sandros, I’m pregnant…”

“What?!”

did that with

so frustrated that he nearly vomited

concubine? I’m still young, I have a long way to go! Why would I waste my youth on you? Ugh, and all that talk about love too. What bullsh*t! You’re so old that you can’t even control your bladder! So what makes you think you’re capable of having a concubine? What makes you think you could ever love me properly? Who gave you the right

of the kings. They couldn’t

that’s way too

to pee

The pee is just dripping uncontrollably onto his pants. That happened three times before, at least

nothing will

you really think I can’t kill you once

can rot

the entire space. A golden figure walked over, saying, “Amitabha, it is agreed that good nature exists in every being. How could you possibly

It was Mozart.

Mozart.

Alex.

“Are

nodded. “You could say

Astor

Alex

my business, and this has nothing

you’re wrong. I can control anything within the nether