1....4...10...20...30...40..50...60..70..80..90...
A bar rapidly progressed towards the end. As it reached nearly 95, his consciousness was suddenly jolted.
Lying in the vast void of darkness, he bit his lips.
A trace of tears trickled down his cheeks.
'This should not have happened.'
'They don't deserve this.'
Muttering and gritting his teeth sorrowfully, he waited.
He had an ample number of counter plans still he had not expected a God to descend and force his wives into this state. He created another body and transferred some of his power while this body underwent the process to reach its peak.
He wanted to break out.
Nothing comes equal to the well-being of his wife but he held on. He suppressed his desire to break out of the procedure and destroy everything but the only reason he stopped was that he saw the power that had been dormant bursting out.
