"You just need to know... from today on, I will be the Sister Huiyao of the Succubus Queen, or the true ruler of the Kingdom of Sambiya, and that's all."

"As for you..." Before she could finish her words, Terina completely turned into ashes in the flames burst out from the Blade of Light.

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The torches swaying in the corridor exuded a dull and gloomy light.

The ghost prince Ramorak opened his eyes. In the muddy darkness, he felt cold all over. As a ghost, this was a feeling that he had long forgotten.

As he tried to recall what happened, the severe headache made the whole world start to tremble.

His ears buzzed, like someone was breathing or roaring deep into his ears, every inch of his ribs was sore, and his brain was as groggy as his eyelids.

He vaguely remembered that he had left the floating city of Sacros. Even without the help of Egrela, he had successfully opened an entrance to the world of the magic net through his own efforts.

Facing the lost lady Sar, he did not choose to confront him head-on like Brenas, nor did he accept his fate as cowardly as Egerella, but chose to escape.

In his opinion, only by escaping to the realm of the magic net and the territory of the magic goddess Mistera can he get rid of the control of the Lost Lady.

Then he can hide here until he develops a way to break free from the control of the Magic Net.

He always believed that the magic he mastered was a powerful force that was mysterious and could not be understood by countless arcane seekers throughout their lives.

As long as he is given time, he can use the power and knowledge brought by the arcane to help himself solve all obstacles.

Although he found the way to the realm of the magic net, an accident that even he himself did not know was.

For a moment, Ramolak thought he woke up from a sleeping sleep.

The drops of water dripping on his forehead reminded him of the ‘Coiled Viper’ hotel in Selgonte.

A faint disturbing voice brought him back to a room he had lived in when he visited the slums of Sambiya.

The salty smell in the air mixed with saliva, rotten and dry excrement reminded him of Ascatra's 'Bid of Hawks' hotel, which sounds like it's taken from local legends, and is actually named after its tense beds.

However, Ramolak realized that his cheek was against the cold stone, not the harp's comfortable mattress.

He stroked his body with his hands and blinked.

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He could almost hear the prayers of prisoners for decades without being answered.

"This is a cell," Ramorak said, sitting up, glad that he could still move.

He sniffed, frowned, and focused on a dim red light, the only source of light in the corridor.

Ramolak stood on tiptoe towards the light source, but felt his steps shaking, just like the slightly drunk feeling of drinking the wine brewed by Lingyu Valley.

Ignoring this feeling, Ramolak began to check the exit.

A row of blades and poles, folded and combined like a puzzle of a genius child, forms a prison door that is opened or closed by a moving lever device.

Ramolak had a hunch that in the future this might be considered a sophisticated engineering miracle.

The door is very complex in structure and is made of magic, just like those Ramorak saw in the floating city during the period of the Neseril Empire.

This made him realize in an instant that the one who imprisoned him was probably related to the Neserel people.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the cell suddenly opened, and a figure covered in black robe floated in like a ghost.

When Ramolak saw the terrifying face of the black robe figure, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Lalok, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Larock replied in a low voice. "In fact, I should ask you how you are here."

"What the hell is going on?" Ramorak was filled with fear.

In a trance, he realized that the magic net world he had stepped into was actually one of Larock's nests, which made him feel extremely desperate.

"It seems you have figured it out." Larock's deep voice echoed in the cell, "Prince Lamorak, if possible, please forgive me. In fact, I have no malice towards you."

"Then why do you still lock me up here?" Hearing this, Ramolak struggled to get up, as if he had found the last glimmer of life.

"I said it was to pay off the debt, do you believe it?" Larock said slowly.

"Repay the debt?" Ramorak was stunned.

"Indeed, pay off the debt." Larlock replied seriously, "Everyone owes a similar debt. This is life, Prince Ramolak."

"Debts, responsibilities, gratitude, repayment... do things for someone. Perhaps, it is actually for ourselves? Because in fact, the objects of our debt repayment are ultimately ourselves, not others. Whenever we owe anything, we must pay it back to ourselves. We are both debtors and creditors. What is important is whether the account in our hearts can be settled. Since we came to this world, we have been given life. Since then, our behavior of paying debts has not stopped, to ourselves, for ourselves, for ourselves, for the account we can finally settle."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," said Ramolak, his lips trembling like a sieve in fear. "I...I...I don't know what I owe you."

"It doesn't matter anymore, my dear prince." Laroc said in a gentle voice:

"I know, you are suffering, but I stand by like a bad old woman and watch jokes. So kid, let's end and give you a relief."

Ramolak suddenly felt his body as cold as ice, and every effortless breathing caused a heart-wrenching pain.

He was about to open his mouth and beg, but he felt an invisible magic rope blocking all words.

His feet left the ground, and the ropes were deeply trapped in his throat, where only his bones remained.

Then he rose, and he kept spasming, kicking, struggling...

But all he left was to rise, rise, keep rising...

At the last dying moment of his life, he seemed to hear the laughter of children playing, and came from afar... The puppet, shaking and shaking, the puppet, head facing downwards and feet facing the sky...
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