[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-295":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334841,1778,"Chapter 295","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-295",295,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 295: Primordial Evil (10)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death was something he had grown quite familiar with in his previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the constant companion of the battlefield, it always lurked nearby, waiting to claim him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that was why—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he sensed the familiar smell of death creeping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That guy… he’s aiming for me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment Belpher began absorbing the tidal wave of malice, Oscar’s instincts screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those instincts placed him at a crossroads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he trust Lloyd and the Heavenly Sword and continue maintaining the spatial pocket?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or cancel it now and evade the incoming attack himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…This isn’t good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a feeling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it was the intuition of a 9-circle archmage in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Oscar’s survival instincts had saved him countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Release the layers… one by one.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An 8-layered spatial pocket was like eight heavy locks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as locking them was difficult, unlocking them was no easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar began peeling away the layers one at a time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like removing delicate petals from a flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment he dispelled the third layer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher’s mana vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s coming.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump, thump—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his heartbeat quickened, and Oscar hastily forced it down, calming himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With steady hands, he finished dispelling the remaining layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head jerked aside just in time, narrowly dodging Belpher’s blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too early to breathe in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Belpher realized his attack had failed, he instantly followed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare show your back to me? Isn’t that a bit arrogant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword’s icy voice rang out as Belpher’s eyes twisted in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Belpher swung his other hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, everything from his fingers to his shoulder crumbled into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn’t the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vine erupted from the ground, wrapping tightly around his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clicking his tongue, Belpher chopped off both knees and leapt backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His momentary ambush had failed, and the flow of battle slipped from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well dodged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword naturally stepped in front of Oscar, blocking him from view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back and saw Oscar wiping blood from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy sword Itaca had said it needed around a thousand years to fully recover its divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Though I did pull it out about ten seconds ahead of schedule…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A difference of ten seconds mattered little when dealing with spans of centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 8-layer storage, that was only a difference of thirty-five years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>right now, Itaca held nine hundred sixty-five years’ worth of divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s hurry. Before he stuffs himself with more of that black filth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Heavenly Sword finished speaking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd unleashed a colossal burst of mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bloom—Cradle of All Things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, a massive flower bloomed within Lloyd’s world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grew explosively and soon sealed the gaping hole in the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the torrent of malice pouring in from above was cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd’s contorted face gave way to a desperate shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just buy a moment! Quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Young one, mind your manners.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword clicked his tongue lightly and reached out his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gesture radiated the relaxed confidence of a true master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring out the holy sword. I will finish this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, just a moment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Itaca was in sword form, the Heavenly Sword was unquestionably the best wielder for the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both allies and enemies knew this well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher, face twisted like a monstrous demon, moved to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you dare!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A huge wave of malice surged toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the maze wall behind them collapsed, and a flood of malice crashed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll handle the back—focus on the front!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd roared fiercely, unleashing everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grow—Green Barrier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vines burst from the floor, walls, and ceiling, weaving themselves into a thick green wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It held firm against the oncoming tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lloyd straining, Oscar opened a spatial pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he had placed Itaca inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he retrieved it and handed it to the Heavenly Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. Excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword gripped the hilt and calmly faced the oncoming malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back looked like something out of a legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No… it IS.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continent’s greatest knight wielding the holy sword forged by the goddess herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even compared to the hero of 842 years ago, the combination was flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Heavenly Sword lowered his stance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar felt something deeply wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…What is this feeling?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange unease fluttered in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the sensation of leaving for a long journey and realizing you forgot something crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted to the sword in the Heavenly Sword’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Itaca had been stored within eight layered pockets for five entire minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should be overflowing with divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then why…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he sense nothing from the sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why, upon emerging, had Itaca not spoken a single word?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Oscar opened his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s hilt shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword’s eyes snapped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle—Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy blade disintegrated into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned forward again and tried to unfurl his will to block the incoming malice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaaa!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malice struck squarely into his chest, crushing it inward like soft clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guhheueeek!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had never feared anything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the man acclaimed as the pinnacle of humanity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>coughed blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees dropped to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights of the Heavenly Sword family and priests of the Church stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew all too well what the fall of this one man meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandfather! Lord Grandfather!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Lord Cheon Ajin, the Little Sword Master, screamed and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Sword had forbidden him from joining, but the sight of him injured shattered his reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar didn’t even have time to warn him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher’s lip curled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His malice struck him like a meteor, slamming him into a wall at twice the speed he had run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher spoke leisurely, as though he had never been desperate at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seems something went wrong with your little holy sword, hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. Honestly didn’t expect things to go this well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar bit down on his lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one question echoed in his mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Destroyed? A holy sword… destroyed? How?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Itaca had told him there were only two ways to recover divine power,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>either receive overwhelming divinity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or wait for it to fill naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I gave it time. Almost a thousand years of it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sword had shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind not a single trace of divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The radiant holy power bestowed by the goddess herself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gone without a speck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…El Sia…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests closed their eyes and prayed through tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fall of the Heavenly Sword meant the battle was already lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their prayers were, perhaps, simply the cries of those awaiting death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh… I can’t…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make matters worse, Lloyd’s body trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana had completely dried up, and the flowers and vines withered away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of malice surged into Belpher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He welcomed it with open arms, devouring all of it in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His half-closed eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wonderful day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“G-ghhh…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uweeeek!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mere muttering filled the air with enough malice to twist the mana circuits of everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People vomited blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar barely held his own circuits from collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff… huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stabilizing his insides was all he could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights had lost their will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priests had lost themselves to prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He counted his remaining mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘With this much… somehow…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer sought victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the best possible loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hand gripped his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking, bleeding, barely upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Don’t. Please… don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held fear and fury—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but not toward the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy rose unsteadily, collapsing like a newborn deer but forcing himself upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I wouldn’t notice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar gave a tired smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know there’s no way. We’ve lost. Now we pay the price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Then I’ll pay it with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Even if everyone else dies, you and the Heavenly Sword must survive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I refuse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s fist struck Lloyd’s jaw like a bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught the collapsing boy and whispered bitterly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…This isn’t your decision.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed an 8-level knight and 8-level mage alive for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Oscar tugged at the strings of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh! Fwip! Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Lloyd, the Heavenly Sword, the Little Sword Master, and Archbishop Baldwin vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Sorry… I’m sorry…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana could only move four people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he chose the four the future needed most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher scanned the room, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a predator robbed of prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You used that pathetic power of yours again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give it up. They’re already off the island.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keuk—am I supposed to believe that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher swept out his senses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and looked upward toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the hole in the ceiling, a large airship hovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s where you sent them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was annoyingly quick to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s power wasn’t enough to send them back to the continent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only as far as the Nosfela airship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher lowered his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chain of mana wrapped tightly around his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They won’t escape if you go after them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hah. Hahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belpher laughed loudly, grabbing the chain and pulling casually—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to tear it apart and chase the ship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t tear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t brute-forcibly rip it. The more power you use, the tighter it binds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pulled, the chain constricted harder, crushing his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little worm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yanked harder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dragging Oscar toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked Oscar to the ground and planted a foot on his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One little push and your neck snaps like straw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Go ahead. If you can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That inexplicable confidence made Belpher scowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blast of holy power smashed into Belpher’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his face melted from the incompatible energy, it healed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff… huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aine Fenerbahce stood with sword drawn and trembling breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Archmage Oscar—were the Heavenly Sword, the Little Sword Master, the Archbishop, and the Ashen Mage truly sent to safety?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He expected resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aine smiled weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I trust those four. They will prepare to face the Demon Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You do not resent me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For what? If you had the power to save everyone, you would have. Since you couldn’t… there must have been a reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar had never once thought of himself as righteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only ever chose the best option I could. That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aine denied it firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you were not righteous, you would have boarded that airship yourself. That’s what most people would have done. To lay down your life while saving others—that alone makes you righteous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>through the chaotic mana in his circuits, a faint warmth seeped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice he had heard long ago echoed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1908,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","1b531d44c6a01e56509e8f6e29681b114fe5d97514c8f650923948748eed1cd5","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-296","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-294",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]