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.

***

a luxurious palace, Asher bowed and looked at Adrian with

that time, Adrian sat cross-legged

like a servant, groveling, not even daring to take a

his status as an elite disciple, a hint of jealousy appeared in

lowered his head, afraid of

by, and

and fine beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead, but he still did not dare

head was about to explode, Adrian opened his eyes and

“Why are you here?”

long, and I didn‘t

only asked

it, but he

said, “Adrian, you must help me

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

Adrian was not an ordinary person, and he was still

snorted and looked at

the lesson a

heard that, his face immediately fell, and he started to

order as he wanted to take revenge on Caspian, and

broke Caspian‘s hand or leg, he would be

released,

not consider the fact that they were siblings at all as he broke Asher’s hands inch by

quick recovery, Asher still shivered each time he thought

Asher’s knees suddenly became

the bullet and

fear in his heart made his

knew what I did

again? No matter what, we share

with each other since we were young, we’re still considered playmates who

other aspects, you must help me this time as blood

frowned when he heard Asher‘s

heart, he did not want

many bad things Asher did