畅想听吧有声小说

The Royal Infernals were notorious for their cruelty and for living in groups. Seeing a solitary Royal Infernal was a rare and dangerous sight.

Rarely did the Royal Infernals live alone, and most of the time, the reason for that was their cruelty, which reached a stage where even the Royal Infernals began to condemn it and stay as far away as possible from the being.

The Royal Infernal was a mid-tier race in the Hell cluster of the Primal Dimension, but that changed in the Sacred Dimension. They were one of the top races in Hell, with one or two Sacred Creators in their ranks.

The man seated on the throne sensed a presence inside his domain, so he opened his eyes. His dark eyes stared at Nicron.

Nicron immediately knelt, not daring to look into the eyes of the creature and die unjustly. There were nill chance of him surviving this ordeal, but Nicron wanted to do everything to return to his hometown and then one day to the store.

The man was going to crush Nicron like a fly, but suddenly, there was a violent reaction in his eyes.

He suddenly stood up from his throne and took a step forward. The next moment, he was in front of the kneeling Necron.

Nicron felt a wave of heat rush at him, further burning his already burned body parts.

Nicron didn\'t dare to look up and kept kneeling, hoping to receive mercy from the man.

"Why do I sense a familiar sensation from you?" The man asked, his voice hoarse as if he hadn\'t spoken for a long time.

This burn zone wasn\'t his choice of place, but he was banished here by the strongman of the Infernal royalty due to his actions.

"Did you meet a blue-skinned man and a white cat?" The man asked, his tone lower and clearer than before.

The infernal was none other than George, one of the store customers in the first phase of the store. He had grown strong enough to ascend and then even reach the Sacred King level, but there was still nothing but awe and fear for the store owner and Lily.

George would never forget the grace the store showed him. Even though he paid for what he bought, it meant nothing in comparison to what he received.

Nicron finally saw the hope of survival as he understood what the man was talking about.

Nicron kept kneeling and shared what he encountered in the store.

Sigh!

George heaved a deep sigh as he reminisced about those days. At the same time, he also grew surprised by the store\'s change in way of tending to customers.

"Here is your reward," George stated, and then bit his finger.

Nicron\'s breathing turned rough as his body reflexively stood up and sucked the blood from George\'s injury.

What Nicron sucked wasn\'t even one-millionth of a drop of blood, but it was still more valuable than anything.

Nicron, who had gray skin before coming here, saw changes with his naked eyes. Dark spots were appearing across his body, the same color as the blood. At the same time, the aura around him was turning crueler and more brutal.

His eyes were turning redder while his body was expanding. A few minutes later, the process came to an end.

At that moment, Nicron had reached the peak of the Lesser God, while his body had added half of his original height. Nicron knew he had mutated and become the first of his kind in Gerastan since getting the pure blood of a powerful Royal Infernal was an unheard event.

Nicron was only celebrating when he suddenly felt a wide hand grabbing his head.

Before Nicron could understand what was happening, a wave of unbearable pain attacked him, and in no time, he fell unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Nicron opened his eyes. His face was pale from fright as he immediately looked around.

He found himself in the same burn zone, but there was no longer any throne or the Royal Infernal.

Nicron couldn\'t help but breathe a sigh of relief and thanked the Lord he prayed to for getting him out alive despite an encounter with a solitary Royal Infernal. At the same time, the awe for the store owner and the store also grew in his heart since if not for it, he might have become one of the skeletons on the throne.

***

"Why are you here before your punishment is over?" Farrago coldly asked

Farrago was the Royal Infernal that banished George to the burn zone for the atrocity he committed against a group of Royal Infernals.

"I want to leave Hell." George didn\'t waste any time and came straight to his purpose.

After learning about the store, he wanted to reach there as soon as possible.

The sudden demand from George caught Farrago off guard. Even when he was being banished, George didn\'t ask to be banished outside of Hell since others didn\'t like creatures from Hell.

Nicron was only a low-level cultivator, so no one focused on him, but if a Sacred King creature from Hell stepped into the dimension, the strong cultivators wouldn\'t allow his presence.

"Are you sure?" Farrago asked since he had no problem with George\'s demand. In fact, it was better for him.

Once George left Hell, he would be far away from other Infernals. As for what happened to him outside, what had that got to do with Farrago? George was an ascender. It was just that his bloodline is extremely pure, alerting the Sacred Creator ruler of the Infernals, so he was added to the race.

"Yes."

"Fine!

Since you are willingly choosing to leave Hell, your punishment of living in the burn zone for eight hundred years had been shortened to eighty years outside Hell.

"If you survive during the punishment duration, you are allowed to return to the race and live freely," Farrago announced.

George didn\'t care about returning to Hell, so he disregarded everything he heard after \'Fine\'.

***

Unaware of the things going on in Hell, Aakesh welcomed a new customer to the store after waking up from the sound of his footsteps.