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.

at Caspian, and she was

who would never show

everyone from moving forward, and it was

was different from the Caspian

girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate to block

silhouette overlapped with a

time not because he was touched or regretful but because

much

that

Caspian

gave Harper enough time, and

was no longer crying,

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

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

turn to fight for my

Sect’s disciples saw Harper

that Harper suffered an enormous blow and

such circumstances, no one knew if he would do

to worry about would be

looked at the Heavenly Stars

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

as his head was

thought he was more

half of

eyeballs bulged out of the twisted

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

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

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

at Caspian, Harper uttered sadly, “Please have a

if they wanted to say something, but

any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his

“Sure.”

l die, please bury me with

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

but let go of

impossible,” Caspian shook his

that, the Heavenly