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.

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palace, Asher bowed and looked at

Adrian sat cross-legged in front of

a servant, groveling, not even daring to take

jade identification badge that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint

his head, afraid of being

and Adrian still

and fine beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead, but

when Asher‘s head was about to explode, Adrian opened

“Why are you here?”

so long, and

you only asked

wanted to say it, but he

said, “Adrian, you must help me

coupled with the tears in his eyes, countless people would immediately give him money if he were

was not an ordinary person, and he was still angry

looked at

you think the lesson a few days

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

order as he wanted to

or leg, he would be

was released, Adrian broke both of

fact that

medicine afterward for a quick recovery, Asher still shivered

became weak, and he almost knelt on

to bite the bullet

his face show just the right amount

sniffled and said between sobs, “Adrian, I knew what I did was wrong, and

don’t I just apologize to you again? No matter what, we

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

other aspects, you must help me

frowned when

of his heart, he did not want

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