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

Maya’s opinion, Caspian was someone who would never

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

was different from the Caspian

the neat fringe did not hesitate to

silhouette overlapped with a figure

because he was touched or regretful but because he experienced

much

least, the girl that saved

time, Caspian clenched

Harper enough time, and that battle

was no longer crying,

girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that

neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into

it’s my turn to fight

disciples saw Harper standing, they looked

that Harper suffered an enormous blow and mental

knew if he would do something

be the most terrifying as their combat

then slowly looked at the

Harper’s face, they were taken aback, and some of

Dragon’s flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none of them noticed

was

his hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was wrinkled

Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles,

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

his gaze across the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and

others looked at him,

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

in a commotion as if they wanted to say something, but none of them dared to

any possible tricks, but Caspian just waved his hand and looked at

“Sure.”

die, please bury me with her,” Harper

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

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

impossible,” Caspian

do that, the Heavenly