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..."

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

"Please! Save him!"

the sect master of the Endless Horizon Sect. He was begging for

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didn't expect you to care for him so much... And

remembered clearly that Morry was the result

wife as soon as his son was born. It was absurd. Yet, that child

temper.

nothing more than an empty shell without a soul. That

fact, Zaafea had

things. He was unwilling

woman Zaafea encountered

there to reclaim the puppet. However, she ran into Zaafea, derailing

continued to

for the final time, he was back on Phoenix Island, now a hell

all dead, slain

he felt nothing. Yet now, as he recalled everything, the sight of their

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