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.

***

Asher bowed and looked

time, Adrian sat cross-legged

Asher‘s younger brother, Asher acted like a servant, groveling, not

that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint

he hurriedly lowered his head, afraid of being caught by

passed by, and Adrian still ignored

of sweat started to appear on his forehead, but he still did not

explode, Adrian opened his eyes and

“Why are you here?”

long, and I didn‘t even

you only

say it,

“Adrian, you

grievance and grief in Asher’s tone, coupled with the tears in

person, and he was still angry

looked

the lesson a few days ago was

face immediately fell, and he started to

few days ago, he gave out an order as he wanted to

anyone broke Caspian‘s hand or leg, he would be given fifty

released, Adrian broke both

not consider the fact that

though Adrian gave Asher precious medicine afterward for a quick recovery, Asher still shivered each time he thought

mentioned it again, Asher’s knees suddenly became weak, and he almost knelt

bite the bullet and

his face

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

you again? No matter

and we didn’t mingle much with each other since we were

me this time as

when he heard

did not want to have such

knew better than him how many bad things Asher did over