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, and

Maya’s opinion, Caspian was someone who would never show mercy

it was obvious that Caspian was giving

from

girl with the neat fringe

silhouette overlapped

Harper time not because he was touched or regretful but

was much luckier

that saved

some time, Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

Harper enough time, and that battle

no longer crying, and his

gently unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that you‘ve always wanted It’s for you

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

my turn to fight for my

Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they

Harper suffered an enormous blow

such circumstances, no one knew if

cultivator with nothing to worry about would be the most terrifying as their combat power would usually

at

face, they were taken aback,

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

thought he was more terrifying than

half

out of the twisted muscles, and the veins wriggled like

mouth torn apart, and

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

noticed that when the others looked at him, their expressions changed,

“Please

disciples behind him were in a commotion as if

be careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just

“Sure.”

bury me with

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

you can deal with me however you want, but let go of the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples behind me,” Harper

Caspian

do that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s ancestors