My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 2236 Before Francis could even finish his threatening words, he was suddenly pierced through, along with the giant tree.

Everything happened so quickly that he did not even have time to react. Despite his lack of ability to truly face off against Nash, he should have at least been able to respond to Nash's attack... How did this happen?

Francis turned his head.

Clint seemed to have appeared behind him at some point.

"This... This is impossible..." Francis seethed with rage. It was another genius.

He recognized Clint-yet another prodigy he could never surpass.

He despised it. He loathed his own inadequacy. It was only now that he realized Zirconia's method of explosively enhancing their power had merely been a shortcut, one that was ultimately self-destructive. Now, even with his heart full of resentment, there was nothing he could do. Was he really going to die in such regret?

Perhaps... Perhaps this really was the end.

Images flashed before his eyes in a rapid sequence, like a reel of memories. They were too old and too distant to recall in detail.

Yet here he was, facing two versions of himself-one as the young man who first went up to Tili Mountain, the other as the man who joined the Church of the Netherworld.

"Francis, this is your end... You're just like a pathetic clown..."

a familiar place. He was at the fortress of the Church of the Netherworld. He was instructing the Doom Spawns, who, under his indoctrination, worshiped

as a father figure. Lastly, his eyes opened once more, and he was in a forbidden area. Before him knelt the sect

"Please! Save him!"

begging for his son's life. Francis recalled

puppet, branding it

you to care for him so much... And to think... your

that Morry was the result

sect master of the Endless Horizon Sect abandoned his wife as

temper.

it was nothing more than an empty

Zaafea had glossed

He was

know these dark secrets. The woman Zaafea

puppet. However, she ran into Zaafea,

continued to recall these

final time, he was back on Phoenix Island, now a

all dead,

Yet now, as he recalled everything, the sight of their deaths overlapped with the images of them joining his sect. He recalled the fresh, hopeful faces they

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