7th Demon Prince Jilbagias' Chronicle of Demon Kingdom Toppling - Chapter 39: Imprisoned Saint

The most vulnerable time in a tennis game is when you are leading; even if there is a match point, the game is still possible.

Football is round, tennis is also round.

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In his previous life, the MC was a total degenerate—lazy, self-indulgent, and only skilled at gaming and skipping responsibilities. One day, he dies in a ironic accident.He wakes up in a magical world, reincarnated as Eryndor Sylvaren, the youngest prince of the Ethereal Elven Empire. The elves are a proud and noble race, and their royal family is bound by strict traditions of honor, discipline, and responsibility—none of which the MC has any experience with.Luckily, he receives the “Divine System of Degenerate Growth,” a system tailored to his flawed personality. He makes the same mistake of repeating his past life only to realise that this new life has so much in store for him. Mistakes have consequences for power.NOTE: This book is a slow paced action adventure story that explores a vast fantasy world. If you like weak to strong, harem growth, high stakes, dungeons and adventurers,with a compelling storyline you should give it a try.

When Kim Seojin opened his eyes, he found himself three hundred years in the future.In the last three hundred years, humanity went through a lot of changes. Science had developed, cities became more modern, and space travel became a reality. But all of that came at a cost.The world had become a plaything of gods. Every year, humans were selected to represent their race in a devilish game, all for the entertainment of the gods.Kim Seojin was one of the thousand people selected in a timeline where he didn't belong.There was one more person. A Regressor burdened with the memories of countless failed timelines and the knowledge of the destruction to come, was also a part of the game…

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.