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.

Caspian, and

someone who would never

was obvious that Caspian

different from the Caspian

what Maya did not know was when the girl with the neat fringe did

fringe’s silhouette overlapped

he was touched or regretful

Caspian was much luckier than

girl that saved him without

time, Caspian clenched the

gave Harper enough time, and

longer crying, and his

unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered,

with the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into

turn to fight for

Sect’s disciples saw

Harper suffered an enormous blow

one knew if he would

with nothing to worry about would be the

slowly looked at

disciples saw Harper’s face, they were taken aback, and some

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

was more terrifying than

the left half of his face was wrinkled like a

out of the twisted muscles, and

nose was gone, his mouth torn apart, and they could even see his

Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally, it

that when the others looked at him, their

“Please have

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

any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his hand and looked

“Sure.”

l die, please bury me with

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

win, you can deal with me however you want, but let go of

impossible,” Caspian

that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors