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.

***

and

that time, Adrian sat

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

Asher saw Adrian’s jade identification badge that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint

his head,

and Adrian still

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

Asher‘s head was about to explode, Adrian opened

“Why are you here?”

here for so long, and I didn‘t even

you only asked me

to say it, but he did not

you must help me this

the incomparable grievance and grief in Asher’s tone, coupled with the tears in his eyes, countless people would immediately give him money if

ordinary person, and he was still

and looked at

think the lesson a

Asher heard that, his face immediately fell, and

he gave out an order as he wanted

broke Caspian‘s hand or leg,

released,

ruthless, and he did 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

knees suddenly became weak, and he almost knelt on

he had to bite the bullet and

the fear in his heart made his face show just the right amount of panic and

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

to you again? No matter what, we share the

didn’t mingle much with each other since we were young, we’re still considered playmates who grew up

other aspects, you must help me this time as blood is still thicker than

immediately frowned when he

he did not want to have

many bad