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.

glanced at Caspian,

Maya’s opinion, Caspian was someone who would never

moving forward, and it was obvious

from the Caspian she

did not know was when the girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from

neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a

not because he was touched or regretful but

was much luckier than

least, the girl that

some time, Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

time, and that battle

was no longer crying, and

gently unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the

fringe, and he pulled her tightly into

turn to fight for my

disciples saw Harper standing, they looked

suffered an enormous

no one knew if he would do

worry about would be the most terrifying

slowly looked at the Heavenly Stars Sect’s

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

in the Glorious Dragon’s flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none

thought he was more terrifying than a

half of

bulged out of

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

Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally, it

noticed that when the others looked at him, their expressions changed, but only Caspian remained

uttered sadly, “Please have a

behind him were in a commotion as if they

to be careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved

“Sure.”

please bury me with her,”

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

you want, but let go of the Ninth Sacred

Caspian

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors won’t forgive