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 was

Caspian was someone who would never show mercy to his

moving forward, and it was obvious that Caspian was

was different from the Caspian

did not know was when the girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from the spear, Caspian’s heart violently

fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure from his

because he was touched or regretful

much luckier than

that saved him

Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

gave Harper enough time, and that battle

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

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

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

it’s my turn to

Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they

Harper suffered an

knew if he would do something

be the most terrifying

looked at the Heavenly Stars

saw Harper’s face, they were

as his head was lowered the whole

he was

left half of his face

but Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and the

torn apart, and they could even see

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples, and finally,

him, their

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

Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples behind him were in a commotion as if they wanted to say something, but none of them dared to

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

“Sure.”

l die, please bury me with

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

can deal with me however you want, but let go of the

Caspian

do that, the Heavenly Stars Sect’s