Chapter 30

Lin Chen sat alone in the dim, damp, and stale-smelling stone chamber of the Alliance stronghold. The surrounding stone walls emitted a trace of chill, as if trying to freeze his thoughts in this frigid corner. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm his surging emotions, yet memories of his past life continuously crashed against his mind like violent waves, one after another. Every single moment of that life-and-death duel with Wang Hao felt like a sharp blade piercing his soul. Wang Hao's ferocious smile, his sinister schemes, alongside his own despair and helplessness in that desperate plight, all replayed vividly. Lin Chen's breathing grew rapid, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands clenched into tight fists, his fingernails digging deep into his palms as blood seeped out, though he remained entirely oblivious to it. He snapped his eyes open, a blazing fury and firm resolve burning within them. In this lifetime, he would never let the tragedy repeat itself; he would surely rely on the opportunity of his rebirth to completely defeat Wang Hao and ensure justice was served. He silently swore that this time, no matter the cost, he would make Wang Hao pay a heavy price for his wicked deeds.