The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Harper’s roars echoed in the cave, and his voice was filled with despair, anger, indignation, heartbreak, and countless emotions.

Soon, one after another, scenes from his memories appeared in Harper’s mind.

“This girl has the Death Perception, and she’s born with the ability to communicate with the netherworld.

From now onward, she’s yours,” Harper’s master said.

The chubby-cheeked girl in front of him was tiny and adorable, looking about five years old.

“Harper…”

‘She’s just a tool to help me reach the peak,’ Harper thought, and he was only about seven at that time.

From that day onward, they were connected with a thin chain, one end on the girl’s neck and the other end in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

Over the past ten years, Harper grew taller and stronger, and he gradually became the best among the Ninth Sacred Sect’s apprentices.

On the other hand, the girl in his hand got stronger, but her figure did not change drastically, and only her fringe proved her growth.

In those ten years, they practiced together and improved their realms together.

Along their journey, the girl helped him a lot and gave him every possible help.

Moreover, the girl was quiet, and she just blindly followed Harper’s orders.

Hence, Harper only thought that the girl was nothing more than his murder weapon, and the only remarkable thing about her was her ability to make formations, which was something the Ninth Sacred Sect was not good at.

Nonetheless, Harper finally understood that the girl he regarded as a tool and could easily be replaced held such a vital position in his heart.

Harper cried, bawled, and sobbed as he recalled all of the memories.

Finally, he hugged the girl’s corpse tightly, as if her only remains in the world would disappear if he let go.

Maya watched from afar, and her expression slightly changed.

As a girl, Maya’s thoughts were naturally more detailed than the group of male disciples.

From Harper’s actions, she could already feel his grief, but what was she supposed to say? Even if Maya was influenced by Harper’s sadness, they were still enemies, mortal enemies.

secretly glanced at Caspian, and she was

opinion, Caspian was someone who

he stopped everyone from moving forward, and it was obvious that

different from the

neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from the

fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a

time not because he was touched or

Caspian was much

girl that saved him

Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

enough time, and

Harper was no longer crying,

the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom

Harper longingly glanced at the girl with the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into his embrace before standing

turn to fight for

Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper

Harper suffered an enormous blow and

knew

worry about would be the most terrifying as their combat power would

looked at the Heavenly Stars

face, they were taken aback, and some of

was caught in the Glorious Dragon’s flame, and as his head

thought he was more terrifying

his hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was

only that, but Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and

that time, his nose was gone, his mouth torn

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and

others looked at him, their expressions

sadly, “Please have a life-and-death battle with

if they wanted to say something, but none of them dared to say

any possible tricks,

“Sure.”

please bury me with

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

however you want, but

impossible,” Caspian

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors won’t forgive