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,

opinion, Caspian was someone who would never show mercy to his

and it was obvious that Caspian was giving Harper some time and

different from the Caspian

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

fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a

time not because he was touched or regretful but because he

Caspian was much

least, the girl that saved

Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker

time, and

no longer crying, and his eyes flashed

softly uttered, “This is

girl with the neat fringe,

my turn to fight

the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they

tell that Harper suffered an enormous blow

circumstances, no one knew if he would do something

to worry about would be the most terrifying as

slowly looked at the Heavenly Stars

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

flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none of

was

was scorched, and the left half of his face

only that, but Harper‘s eyeballs bulged out of

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

gaze across the Heavenly Stars

the others looked at him, their expressions changed, but only Caspian remained

“Please have a

commotion as if

careful of any possible tricks, but Caspian just

“Sure.”

die, please bury me

“Alright.” Caspian nodded.

you want, but let go of the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciples behind

impossible,” Caspian shook his

that, the Heavenly