The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

It was displayed on the dial that Caspian, who just left, lasted until the twelfth wave.

“Oh my God…” The disciple on duty swayed, almost fainting.

Asher already wailed miserably as if he died with just the slightest touch, and it was already impressive that Caspian could last until the fourth wave yesterday.

However, Caspian went directly from the fourth wave to the twelfth wave, and he also appeared to have energy left.

“Is he… Is he a monster?” Apart from the speculation, the disciple on duty could not think of any other possibility.

Caspian continued to come every day for the next few days, and the disciple on duty would be shocked each time Caspian left.

Twelve waves, eighteen waves, twenty-five waves, thirty-six waves…

The night before the Elenion match, Caspian left with a normal expression, and he set a record for the 50th wave.

The whole process only took Caspian seven days.

If calculated as an average, Caspian’s defense increased at a rate of seven more waves per day.

Although the disciples on duty did not know what Caspian was going to do with the Underworld’s Demon Flame, there was one thing he could be sure of… People with that talent, perseverance, and persistence could do anything better than others.

In that instant, Caspian became the disciple’s role model.

‘Even though I don’t have such a strong talent, I can make up for the gap with hard work!’ At the thought of that, the disciple was immediately filled with strength.

Without knowing it, Caspian influenced another person.

In a flash, seven days passed.

At that time, there was only one day left before the selection of Elenion, the City of Ruins, and everyone did their final preparations.

Some meditated and recuperated, adjusting their state to the best, or practiced their martial arts to become more proficient.

***

bowed and looked at Adrian with respect

that time, Adrian sat cross-legged

younger brother, Asher acted like a servant, groveling, not even daring to

identification badge that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint of jealousy appeared in

head,

passed by, and

was anxious, and fine beads of sweat started to appear

was about to explode, Adrian

“Why are you here?”

long, and I didn‘t even

you only asked me

it, but he

“Adrian, you must help me this

few words and the incomparable grievance and grief in Asher’s tone, coupled with the tears in his eyes,

person, and he was still angry

snorted and looked

a few

immediately fell,

order as he wanted

or leg, he would be given

was released, Adrian broke

not consider the fact that

gave Asher precious medicine afterward for a quick recovery,

knees suddenly became weak,

the bullet and

in his heart made his face show just the right amount of

and said between sobs, “Adrian, I knew what I did was wrong, and you’ve punished

to you again? No matter what, we share the same

each other since we were young, we’re still

must help me this time as blood is still thicker

immediately frowned when he

his heart, he did not want to have

than him how many bad things Asher did over the years by relying on his