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

Caspian was someone who would never show mercy to

was obvious that Caspian was giving Harper some

from the

the neat fringe did not hesitate

fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure

he was touched or regretful but because he experienced similar

was much

least, the girl that

some time, Caspian clenched

time, and

that time, Harper was no longer crying, and his eyes

he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that you‘ve always wanted

longingly glanced at the girl with the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly

to fight for my

Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they

suffered

knew

be the most terrifying as their combat

looked at the

Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper’s face, they were taken aback, and some of

as his head

thought he was more

and the left half of his face was wrinkled like a

eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and the veins wriggled

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

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally, it fell

looked at him, their expressions changed, but

Caspian, Harper uttered sadly, “Please have a life-and-death

him were in a commotion as if they wanted to say

be careful of any possible tricks, but

“Sure.”

please bury

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

you want, but let go of the Ninth Sacred

impossible,” Caspian shook his

Heavenly Stars Sect’s