Chapter 37

Black The Origin

Chapter 36: Department (2)

It was early in the morning one of Nerom's usual days. He washed his face with water. He looks at his reflection on it. He's not really that old, but his beard was grown and his hair was longer and his eye looks tired, his face full of wrinkles.

Everyone who would have seen him will think that he was older than the King, but knowing that he was Nerom The King Rank Swordsman

will be made them realize that he was a lot younger than the King. At least everyone had to know that he was the youngest to be a king Rank Swordsman. But looking at himself right now, that all seems just a hoax. The Nerom that everyone knew was already gone.

For the last 400 years of existence, he had dedicated it to save his family. The Green Emerald shines from his chest. Though a thought left his mind.

'Are all of those years worth it?'

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