Chapter 36 – A Godless World

By the time he neared Vilute, Biran’s clothes were drenched, and he was freezing due to the frigid water. In his haste, he had neglected to obtain something to paddle with, and had committed his own arms and legs for the job. A horrible idea due to a lapse in judgement, he was now exhausted and shaking.
A number of row boats were tethered together outside of the city, and his heart sunk at the sheer amount of them. Enough to carry a small force, the enemies could easily outnumber their warriors still within Vilute.

After ascending the steps that led to the waterfront, he approached the opened gates, “What’s this? Did Eril miss someone?” A woman walked out of the city, followed by a handful of others.

Two stunning violet eyes were staring at him. The woman was wearing traveling leathers, and had short purple hair going down to her shoulders. The armor gave her a rough and hardy appearance, but it only made her look more desirable. The men around her were cloaked in grey and black, and they too were also wearing leather armor.

‘NO!’ He immediate froze upon realizing who she was.
Memories sped through his mind of the mage who held her own against the Imperial guards. She was the very mage who decimated their twenty-man unit and required the sacrifice of three malgins, just to stall her as he made his escape with the prince. The memories from that day when everything went to shit bound him in place, and he could do naught but stare in fright and anger.

She looked at him, then to the water and smiled a devilish grin. A beautiful grin. “Did you swim all the way here?” She questioned, but his lips refused to answer. “Being stared at is flattering, but know that my beauty is very costly.” She quipped.

‘She has no idea who I am!’ The thought struck him, and Biran quickly attempted to calm down. He had been wearing his armor and helmet at the time of the attack that day, and it was possible she couldn’t recognize him. Tearing his eyes away from her visage, he immediately identified the others. They were people whom he had saved barely a fortnight ago: people who had been chained and were being moved to Garnikul—to be sold as slaves. A piece of his waning sense of righteousness died, as he understood what might possibly have happened. Before he could say a word or move a muscle, one of them stepped forward and whispered something into the woman’s ears.

The beautiful smile curved into a sinister grin, and she scanned him with two predatory eyes filled with hate and a tinge of interest. “So it’s you… the bastard that’s been giving me so much trouble.” She spoke, and her voice carried a sweet yet vile sense of danger in them.

Biran instantly grabbed the sword at his waist and charged her. His arms flickered outward in a blur, aiming to kill the woman with a surprise attack. Instead of slashing open her neck, his sword stopped in midair before even reaching her.

“Such obvious retaliations.” She sneered, holding her hand out as if stopping the sword with an invisible wall. “You see, this is the difference between you all, and we, the chosen of this world.” The woman invoked a spell, and Biran was immediately thrown backwards. “I can kill you without even lifting a finger.” With another incantation, the ground beneath Biran rose up and caged him in a wall of spikes. “But killing you after all the trouble you’ve put me through would be no fun.” She smiled and looked to others around her. “Go back and prepare the horses for me. This won’t take long.” The woman commanded, and the group bowed to her before descending the steps into the boats.

“You fuckin bitch! Where is the prince?!” Biran shouted from his cage, knowing full well what she was after.

“You will know soon enough. Asiran. Notis vaain hisaara dao-!” She began chanting another spell.

His body started going numb, and he could feel his strength being drained as paralysis took over. Biran struggled, trying to force his body to cut through the spikes, but his arms and legs refused to move. The sword he was holding slipped from his grasp, making a loud clanking noise as it fell. Unable to even support himself with his legs, and the cage slowly receded back into the ground and he followed.

“Sweet dreams, mister knight. Your prince is no more, and you will soon follow.” The vile grin manifested upon her beautiful face once more, along with a laughter that ridiculed him to the core. He tried to open his mouth to shout and refute her words, to deny her declaration, but he could not. With a kick, she squared him in the jaws and everything turned to black.

Feelings eventually returned to him, and Biran slowly regained his awareness. He could tell that he was being pulled, and his feet—which were dragging—were constantly hitting something along the ground. With a throbbing pain in his jaw and still without any strength, he opened his eyes, only to see that the streets were littered with bodies and limbs. To his sides, he saw many mangled and burnt figures protruding from the smoldering rubbles as if they were still trying to crawl out of the ashes. All were undoubtedly people whom he had known. People who had welcomed him and his prince, and some were even those that he himself had saved.
With all the deaths around him, his stomach twisted in agony, knowing that he had assisted in causing such a tragedy by rescuing the group he met earlier.
Biran gritted his teeth as he was dragged past the bodies, reminding him once again of how utterly pathetic and powerless he truly was.

“Biran!” Familiar vices called out to him, and he was suddenly thrown onto the ground. Two men rushed over to him and sat him up. “What happened to you?!” One cried out, seeing his flaccid arms and legs.

Around them was a small group of men. All were fighters who had worked alongside him and the other liberators to help free slaves. Across from them was an enormous group of Vilute’s very own residents: men, women, and children—powerless folks who had been gathered and were sitting together in fear. He quickly noticed that their two groups were both before the entrance to the barracks, and a wall of people surrounded them all. Glancing at the enemies, they easily doubled the number he had in his head from seeing the boats.

“W-where is my son?” He managed to question, looking at the two men.
Besides the princess and her knights who were there at the time he revealed everything, no one else knew about the prince’s true identity.

One of the men lowered his gaze. “We haven’t seen him…”

‘Your prince is no more.’ The despicable woman’s words assaulted him, and an image of the young boy being burnt alive manifested in his mind. He turned to the large group, “Lyal!” And shouted with what little strength he could muster, earning him a kick in the back from their guards. Coughing, he turned to the men again. “Guh-… T-the princess… where is she?” He inquired, taking deep breaths to dull the pain in his back. She was his only hope left, as she should have sent someone to secure the prince.

“The princess is…” One of the two answered, but refused to speak any further.

“Vernera is what? Where is she?!” He exclaimed, fearing the worse.

“SHUT UP!” The man who kicked him before shouted, and did so once more.

“Dead.” Solio’s voice supplemented the two men’s silence, and he turned to see the short round man squeezing through to his side.
The older man pointed to a window on the barrack’s second floor.

Biran looked up to see the severed head of the gveril princess sitting on the windowsill, blood still dripping from it, and her horn bloody and broken. He clenched teeth, holding in the urge to scream out. ‘Your prince is no more.’ The words told him exactly the sort of people he had been up against. “There are no gods…” The words slowly left his tired mouth as the knowledge that he had truly failed registered in his mind. Any reason for ever returning home to Unotus was gone, and his life was as good as over.

 

———

 

His clothes drenched in blood, there was a smile on Eril’s face. The smoking cloud overhead and falling ashes gave his arena a haunting atmosphere, making it perfect for such a situation.
Pulling his beautiful slim sword out from the man beneath him, “Take them away and bring me the next group.” He instructed, and his men quickly hauled away the bodies that were scattered across the bloody courtyard.

He had already slain the princess before her people, destroying any lingering sense of freedom and hopes they had left. He had tested his strength against her best knights, and none had measured up to him. The city was theirs, and all that was left, was to gather anything of value and wait for the city to burn to the ground.

Shortly after, a group of ten men were brought into the barrack’s courtyard. All were presumably warriors.
“Pick a weapon of your choice.” Eril gestured to a large stockpile of weapons behind him. None of the men moved. “This is a fight for your lives. Kill me, and you all shall be freed along with everyone in this city.” He added, and a few of them glanced at each other. “Fail or refuse, and you will join the countless others that have fallen to my blade. There are no other options.”

A man with pale yellow hair, a short beard, and a sunken face was the first to step forward toward the weapons. The others followed, each pulling something out from the pile.

“I cannot use a sword. Might I perhaps be given a bow and some arrows?” A short and round unassuming man spoke, not touching any of the swords, spears, or axes.

Eril smiled at the man’s bluntness. “Give that man a bow and some arrows.” He ordered one of his men as the others surrounded him with their weapons in hand.

“I am Eril. Let us begin this bloodbath.” He announced with a smile.

Biran’s hands shook as anger and fear warred within him. He looked at the person who had introduced himself and knew that the man was dangerous. He had heard the screams earlier, had learned about what happened that morning, and had seen the devastation of Vilute and her people with his own eyes.
The usually brown courtyard which they were standing upon was now dyed a dark color, and he could only guess at how many dozens of people had fallen to cover such a large area. A trail of blood led towards the barracks dining hall, and he could see a number of bodies still being dragged away through the exterior hallways.
He had a vivid idea how everything was going to turn out and had already resigned himself to his fate, but if they wanted him to fight, he would struggle until his last breath.

Glancing to the side, he caught Solio’s eyes and the short man nodded calmly.
Seeing the man still trying and understanding the fear in the others, he willed himself to relax and calm down. “Circle formation!” The part of him that desperately wanted to live shouted, and their group of nine—excluding Solio—began moving in a circular formation as they surrounded the man before them.

Seeing an opening, Solio released his drawn bow and sent an arrow flying in between two men—in the middle of their rotation.

Eril twisted his upper body and leaned back to avoid the projectile. In the instant he did so, the man with pale yellow hair lunged at him along with another from behind, both swinging for his legs and chest. With his sword, he easily caught the axe going for his chest. With a quick step, the sword grazed the leather greaves on his left leg as he deftly moved away. Kicking off sideways, he evaded a downward slash that was trying to cleave his head and spun around, slashing at the third man whose downward momentum had created an opening. Severing the man’s arms, he swiftly darted outside of the trap as blood splattered against him and the man howled in pain.
“Solio!” Someone screamed, and another arrow was already flying straight for his chest as he turned around. With lightning reflex, he deflected the arrow with the flat of his blade.
The group was more coordinated than he had thought, and the archer was nothing to scoff at. Precise and filled with intent to kill, the first arrow had astonished him, but the second was just as surprising and lethal. To be able to shoot in between the gaps of his own allies, the archer would be troublesome.

Instead of charging against Eril, the group quickly surrounded the bleeding man in a protective cluster and watched carefully.

“Impressive defensive formation.” Eril gave a wry smile.
With a sudden charge, he bypassed the others and headed straight for the archer in the back. Sword extended outward, he was on track to pierce the man’s stomach.
*Clang!* something struck his sword, and he saw that the blonde man from before had read his attack and even managed to knock it away from its target.
The man’s sword jerked into an upward thrust aiming for his face, but Eril halted his steps and knocked the sword away with the palm of his left hand. He curved his left hand inward and elbowed the man’s face in two smooth motions, sending the blonde man to the ground.
The archer stepped back in an attempted to get another shot.
With his sword, Eril quickly sliced off the the bow’s lower limb, rendering it useless before closing in for the kill.
A sudden gust assaulted him from the side, and threw him across the courtyard before he could do so. Groaning at the surprise attack, “Who dares to interrupt my fight?” He shouted, looking around at his mages.

Possibly an illusion due to the agonizing pain in his head and the ringing in his ears, Biran could only stare at what was happening before him as he struggled to get off the ground.

Like a herald of the gods, a figure cloaked in crimson descended from the sky in a burst of light. Scattering the dark clouds overhead and stirring the ashes that were falling, rays of sunlight managed to shine down upon them through the open sky. Looking nothing more than an adolescent boy, the unknown intruder had pale eyes that looked like they were glowing dimly, and long pitch-black hair that went down to his neck. The boy calmly stared at the man named Eril.

Eril himself watched, as the boy took something from his pocket and threw it over to him. He caught the item and felt that it was a metallic object. “!!” Linde’s ring. He looked over, and saw that the boy had disappeared.

Biran’s eyes widened as the unknown boy suddenly vanished. The man named Eril grunted painfully and was abruptly thrown sideways into the barrack’s walls.
He could not believe what he was seeing. The man who had broken their formation so easily, saw through Solio’s arrows, and had slaughtered dozens of their fighters was taken by surprise and had been thrown like he was nothing.

“You should have heeded my warnings,” the boy snarled toward the man. “Yet instead of doing so, I find you here, playing around like the fool you are.”

*Cough* *Cough* “You… you are he who claims to be death?” Eril calmly questioned as he recovered from the surprise attack and pushed himself up onto his feet. Looking at the boy, he was a head and a half taller, and probably weighed almost twice as much. It was quite remarkable that he was thrown such a distance.

A surge of mana began forming a short distance to his right. “STOP!” Eril commanded, and his men immediate halted. “This one is mine.” Rolling his head to crack the stiffness in his neck, he muttered a quick spell and his sword—which he had dropped when he was thrown—flew over to him.

“You claim to be death, but all I see is a rash boy with no idea about who or what they are up against.” With another incantation, he began infusing mana into his body to strengthen himself. “Seeing how neither of us introduced ourselves in our last chat, I shall give you the honor of my name. I am Eril, the Frozen Edge. As you have surmised, I am one of seven masters.”
Holding his sword before him, he brushed the runes and infused mana into the weapon. The runes on both sides of the blade began glowing brightly, and with a quick and practiced motion, he slashed the air.
Along the path of his attack, icicles emerged, bursting outward all the way to the boy’s side. With a satisfied grin, “I don’t know what tricks you have, but do not presume that fighting me will be the same as when you fought Linde.” Gathering his mana, he began invoking a third spell. “FROST FIELD!” He shouted, and the courtyard’s temperature dropped drastically, freezing the blood soaked ground and covering the area around him in a layer of ice. The slim sword began transforming and disappearing as ice formed over it, and more icicles began erupting around him. Lowering his almost transparent sword, Eril fell into a fighting stance.

“There is no honor in giving my name to someone such as yourself.” The boy retorted, his tone all too calm. “And what you see, is nothing but your own ignorance.” The boy stepped forward into his field, and the ice melted beneath his feet. “… Allow me to show you a real frost field.”
The boy’s black hair started shimmering, and streaks of light began emerging until his pitch-black hair was shining a radiant silver. His eyes were no longer pale gray, but glowing with a bluish hue that threatened to overshadow the brilliance of the full moon. Without a single word, the courtyard instantly froze over as thick layers of ice formed along the walls and ground, moving as if they had minds of their own.

‘Voiceless incantation?!’ Eril’s mind shouted as he shuddered, seeing that his own field was being consumed. He tried to move and make the first attack, but his feet were frozen, and the ice was slowly climbing up his legs.

Biran simply observed as everything slowly began freezing around him. Not moving or even trying to run away, the scene before him stupefied and gripped him tightly in place. An icy embrace would free him of all his failures and would be a fitting end for one such as himself, but such thoughts were as far as they could be from what was really going through his mind.
“There are no gods…” He spoke, looking at the young man standing before them.
The arbitrary code that had been given to him that day—before they sailed for Port Novierre and before they were captured by pirates—thundered through his mind.
‘The silver god descends in all his glory, furious and enraged by the wisdom of men.’

 

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I forgot to mention it last chapter, but Thank you to all my Patreons for your support in December.
And to all my readers, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please look forward to the next one.

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70 Responses to Chapter 36 – A Godless World

  1. Darkhaert101 says:

    THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. 초현서 says:

    All evil shall be vanquished!! Oh? A fireball? Here is hellfire in exchange! A frozen field? Let me freeze the entire castle for you! You surrender? I shall think about it after you’re death^^But I still wish the princess had lived…

  3. Not really enjoying this chapter.

  4. chapacoka says:

    Was getting worried there. I thought Kaidus was only going to make a small appearance at the end and then we’d have to wait till the next chapter to get some smackdown. Thankfully, you gave Kaidus a somewhat substantial role this chapter.

    Thanks for the chapter!

  5. Anonymous says:

    I think you should begin to post your chapters a few hours later on rrl to increase traffic on this website because i truly believe that this novel is so good people would actually begin checking this site more often than rrl for updates.

  6. Anonymous says:

    will that other Master also appear? I hope she does so they both suffer and die

  7. schion says:

    does that other Master (female) appear later? I hope she does so they both die together in agony

  8. Irsimh says:

    thank you for the chapter, looking forward to the next one ^^

  9. Thank you for the chapter! This is one of my favorite story’s.

  10. Anonymous says:

    Thanks

  11. kuroneko25 says:

    Thank you for the chapter.

  12. Anonymous says:

    thanks for the chapter!! so exciting!! kaidus arrived!!

  13. 28th00 says:

    Time to show these Arrogant fucks what “Real Power” is, amiright? Kinda sad to see the Princess dead, assumed Kaidus would Coup D’etat her back to the throne when he fully purges Talhrus (is that how you spell it?) from this continent.

  14. Anonymous says:

    Thanks for the chapter!! So exciting already cause Kaidus has shown himself with all his magnificent power and greatness!!

  15. Miss Ruby says:

    Thanks for the chapter~

  16. jasss22 says:

    Thanks for the chapter.

  17. aredaera says:

    judgement, he -> Perhaps change the comma to something else, like a colon/dash?
    twenty men -> twenty-men
    and we the -> and us,
    no fun for -> no fun for me?
    them were an -> was
    children, powerless -> Maybe a dash/semicolon instead?
    there easily -> they?
    or value -> of
    dyed dark color -> dyed a dark color?
    but he if -> remove “he”
    pitch black -> pitch-black
    formation so -> remove “so”, or did you mean to say “so easily”?
    standing before -> take away one space

  18. Cyndor says:

    After reading this story from beginning to end for the past 2 days I have to say it’s pretty good. My only complaint is Kaidus being overly polite.Those last few chapters of him and the prostitute really got on my nerves, the whole time I was just like “blow up the whole town and get it over with already”.

    I hope you don’t choose to make Kaidus the hero of justice or something of the sort as those types of characters easily get used and are pretty passive and boring.

    • rickymex says:

      If he acts like a monster then even those who he is trying to save will look at him like a monster. Haven’t you seen that the violent psychopath who resorts to violence is never anything more than a henchman. The most powerful are always the most polite who can cause fear by simply sitting down for a drink and speaking a few words.

  19. a says:

    no no no not here dont finish it here damn itt aaaahhhh:((((

  20. Chronos5884 says:

    Thanks for the chapter!

  21. Darkhaert101 says:

    His pale eyes were no longer pale – feels redundant

    Suggestion: “His pale eyes were now showing radiance, glowing with a bluish hue that threatened to overshadow the brilliance of the full moon.

    Just sharing my opinion.

    Again great chapter. Read it a couple of times already.

  22. The_Truth says:

    I have to say…that this chapter is the best so far😍! The most enjoyable scene that I can’t help but read over and over again was, “…Biran looked up to see the severed head of the gveril princess sitting on the windowsill, blood still dripping from it, and her horn bloody and broken…”

    Best sentence I’ve read in awhile.

  23. lordcattank says:

    thank you very much for the chapter

  24. Senega says:

    Glad to see you posting again…love this story!

  25. Tengeh says:

    Thanks for the chapter! 😀

  26. Eren says:

    That last sentence though
    The feels!!!!

  27. Anonymous says:

    Thanks a lot

  28. jojiejaja says:

    Thank you very much.. I really like his character because when I read some of the wuxiaworld story, the Chinese light novel, most of them is very unkind and hot blooded , so, it is a refreshing thing for me..

  29. Weedisdaboss says:

    Thanks for the impressive chapter 🙂

  30. Chi says:

    Thanks and might i suggest a donate button on the bottom of each chapter.

  31. 초현서 says:

    When will it come out? I’m so hyped…

  32. Anonymous says:

    the hype is real with this one… Only started reading this FF not long ago and it is really great. thank you author!

  33. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for the awesome FF. found it not long ago and its just like a professional light novel even better then most light novels.

  34. wootwoot says:

    there was a boy from earth, he died, he reincarnated to another world, super powers came to him. he becomes a god and start killing those who would stand against him. now all of you I command to send me money to continue this story. yes he becomes super saiyan level 1000+++
    did I forget to mention lots of harems too

  35. F5Master says:

    I gotta get in the action too, start off with one or two chapters, build a website, bait readers in, sit back and relax and wait for the suckers to start donating money, party like hard, and when I need money again, I’ll just give them another chapter till I need money again to party, life is gonna be good, if hundreds of webnovel authors can do it, so can I, just start taking ideas already out there, give a main character a poor harsh life in an old world, have them die and reincarnate into another world with super powers they gotta attain with struggles

    • Za1d3 says:

      I’m not sure how to take your comment this time.
      Whether you are a disgruntled reader who’s been leeching and has finally gotten fed up with my release speed so you decide to say something, or someone who just stumbled upon my site and decided to bad mouth it with a sarcastic remark–for some unknown reason.
      If the latter, I really wish you would have read the story, or at least a few chapters. If you did so, you would easily figure out that it’s not a different world, but the same, only in a different era. Also, Kaidus was not given the power he has now. The power was his to begin with, and had always been. (Which would also be quite clear after the first few chapters)

      As for rolling in money and having a good time, here’s my donation list ever since I first put the donation button on this site: (Donor names omitted)
      9K0731635X027214E 30.00 USD web_accept Completed 07:38:19 Jan 16, 2016 PST
      5YF64734US1787332 20.00 USD web_accept Completed 15:48:10 Jan 01, 2016 PST
      78E18136KN0943825 1.00 USD web_accept Completed 20:04:58 Dec 17, 2015 PST
      1B848698RU0315331 5.00 USD web_accept Completed 12:44:14 Dec 02, 2015 PST
      5KU37915XJ600794T 5.00 USD web_accept Completed 01:48:02 Nov 23, 2015 PST
      As you can see, I’ve gotten five donations in 3 months. Of course I have a Patreon Account too, and if you take a look at it, you’ll see where it stands. ~90$ is after two and a half months.
      So yea, I’m definitely swimming in cash right now.

      But I digress. The point is, I find your comment degrading and offensive to everything I’ve done, and wish you would have put an iota of thought into your comments (Note: I said comments, because you are also “wootwoot”. And yes, I can see both IP addresses even though you gave different names and emails) before writing something so baseless.

      I’ve been writing FC since Dec 2014, and it wasn’t until around May/June(?) that I really started a WP site for it, and that’s because my readers were asking about reading it outside of RoyalRoadL.
      I’ve never held off on anything, and even though I have my own site, I still release the chapters to RRL as I’ve always been doing, knowing full well that if I delay release on that site, it would definitely generate more traffic for me. But you know why I don’t do that? Because it would be betraying those who’ve been with me since the beginning: those who are reading it on RR, commenting and motivating me to keep going.

      Lastly, I don’t release my chapters because my donors meet a quota, nor do I have a quota (maybe except for a chapter every week for myself). I release them at the rate I do, because FC is a hobby, and I have a life outside of writing this story. This takes up A LOT of my time and I spend upwards of 15+hrs per chapter, rewriting and proofreading to make sure everything is how I want it to be, before releasing it online. Releasing it on my own terms is also why I don’t put any incentives on my Patreon, because I wouldn’t be able to keep up with releasing 2-3 chapters per week.

      Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve spent too much time replying to this comment.

      • necropuddi says:

        Za1d3, don’t reply to accounts like these. It’s probably another author on royalroad who’s frustrated his story sucks so much it gets no views. I’ve heard some other top 100 authors complain about getting harassed by people like him. Best course of action is to just ignore, or delete if you have that option.

      • Anonymous says:

        ladies and gentlemen, hats off to Za1d3 for handling the comment like a boss. touche.

      • ore-sama says:

        yeah don’t bother with these comments Za1d3. Comments like these means your story is getting even popular :3

    • yuzu9 says:

      Umm… I don’t know if should butt in when the author already said what needed to be said. But since I found above comment very insulting and annoying.
      So I have to ask, if you’re not seeking others attention using such silly methods, then are you deliberately making yourself a fool here? you’re mocking another for writing a novel that’s attractive while saying so yourself and making yourself look like a jealous little girl.
      Or are you saying Forgotten Conqueror is not considered to be a web novel? If so then please go refresh you knowledge, Refresh Master,
      https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_fiction

      Either way you should first change your name, it contradicts with your comment and you’re mocking yourself there.

    • Miss Ruby says:

      Just seeing this but i dunno why many ppl on translating or fiction sites just like to be rude. It’s like a competition to see who says the most awful things. Well, if you truly felt that way, couldn’t you have emailed the writer or said it in a nicer way? From what I see you are just looking for attention. Granted, you did get it… the bad kind.

  36. Weedisdaboss says:

    Omg wtf F5master go Fuck yourself, Za1d3 has done an awesome impresive work, his author lvl is top quality, i have read many fantasy/ sci fy and his work is in my top list, inmersive deep world and characters, a real pleasure to read, it sucks english is not my language or i could say more why i’m adicted to his work

    • Weedisdaboss says:

      Ahh and za1d3 you know how many love to read your work don’t lose your time with a guy like that and thanks for creating this story (and sorry for the bad language to that bast…)

  37. lethha says:

    Please kind sir, i need a new chapter so i can go back to feed my kids

  38. agila0212 says:

    You really are one of the best story teller out there, awesome chapter, thank you 🙂

    btw you should put some ads to your site so you can at-least earn some money for your story

  39. kalaupincang says:

    umm…. i dont pressing or make you hurry post a chapter or take your time but supose one chapter this week? . i read those sissy jelly jellos bad commend above but you are great storyteller and good author that i admire. dont those sissy jellos people make you down. plenty people love this story than hate it. well let hater gonna be heater, keep moving forward.

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  42. kczz15 says:

    This chapter kind of destroys the story for me, I can never like an MC who fails to turn up until the important people are dead. How’s the country supposed to get the royal family back, if they’re all dead?

    • Anonymous says:

      I’m okay as long as the main characters aren’t dead (i.e., sister, harem, hopefully mom & dad). If you haven’t noticed, the author didn’t spend much time developing her character (focus was on Biran).

  43. Philip IV says:

    Really? You had to kill the princess? Really?

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