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 she

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

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

different from the Caspian she

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

the neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure from

was touched or regretful

much luckier than

the girl that

Caspian

time, and that battle should

time, Harper was no longer crying, and his eyes

girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that you‘ve always wanted

fringe, and he pulled her tightly into his

it’s my turn to fight for my

Stars Sect’s disciples

Harper suffered an

knew if he would

would be the most terrifying as

slowly looked at the

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

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

thought he was

the left half of

but Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of the

his mouth torn apart, and they could

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

when the others looked at him, their

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

him were in a commotion as if they wanted to say something, but

any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his

“Sure.”

bury me

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

but let go of the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples behind me,” Harper

Caspian shook his

the Heavenly