Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 142

Chapter 37

I fought the invisible puppet strings with every fiber of my being.

I didn’t know what curse the old man had cast, but my cleaver was suddenly tangible. It was solid enough to slice

through Julian’s spirit form.

A thin bead of blood welled up on Julian’s neck where the blade pressed against him.

With a scream of sheer will, I shattered his hold on my mind. I convulsed, retching up a mouthful of black bile as I hit

the floor.

I scrambled to my feet, swaying unsteadily. Tears blurred my vision, but my resolve was ironclad.

I dropped the ditsy act completely. I screamed at the old man, my voice cracking.

“You’re wrong! They aren’t homeless wretches or trash.”

They’re my family. I spent five years in hell trying to find them.”

“And every other monster here has someone back in the living world who still mourns them.”

The same goes for you. You aren’t some forgotten relic, either.”

I pointed a shaking hand toward the fourth floor, where the young scholars stood. “You’re the Master of this Spire. I

know you see everything.”

“Look at them. They’re brilliant and driven, shining like beacons even in this dark void.”

“Back in the real world, there’s a whole new generation just like them. They’re reviving our history. They honor the

legacy you represent.”

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