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Fin is an average office worker who unfortunately faces a 'bit' of misfortune one day. This leads to his reincarnation in a modern world with swords, magic, guilds and rankers. He realizes this might be his chance to fulfill his hunger for power. "In my previous life, I was just a pawn being played by Monsters who treats the world as a Chessboard. But this time, I will be a player too." "What if I fail? Well, that's fine too cause at least the loan sharks can't get me here bahahaha."

After getting chosen by an ancient sword young sixteen year old Hero Hudson gets involved in an old feud between the divines, the sword that has chosen him happens to be a dark sword called the Soul Reaper, as years have gone by the Soul Reaper had belonged to every different human being and has won many wars, battle and even conquered countries. As it's one of the most powerful and evil artefect to be ever created origin unknown but it's believed to resonate the archangel Michael's sword. Now Hero is recruited by a secret school that teaches archeology but not your ordinary archeology, these archeologists have abilities and their job is hunt and track down ancient artefacts like the Soul Reaper and protect them from the dark and great evil that no human is aware of. Now Hero's life is turned upside down as he face both the supernatural and the non supernatural for the sword he wields. While having his own dilemma with the sword itself. "Give into me boy, give me your soul and you shall reap the rewards of becoming a God". [New Webnovel] Your support would be much appreciated.

Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and a crystal-clear river, there lived a man named Claymore. He was a gentle soul with a heart as vast and warm as the summer sun that bathed the village in its golden embrace. Claymore was known far and wide for his unwavering kindness and willingness to help anyone in need. Claymore's days were spent tending to his modest farm, where he grew rows of vibrant sunflowers that danced in the breeze, and cultivated a small orchard of apple trees. His deep connection with the land and the creatures that roamed it was evident in the way he cared for his animals, his crops, and the environment around him. But what truly set Claymore apart was his extraordinary gift for storytelling. Every evening, the villagers would gather around a roaring fire, and Claymore would regale them with tales of adventure, love, and wonder. His words painted vivid images in their minds, and his stories transported them to far-off lands and enchanted realms. Claymore's stories had a magical quality that left his listeners spellbound, and he became a cherished figure in the village, the keeper of their dreams and the weaver of their fantasies. One summer's evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned into a canvas of oranges and pinks, Claymore shared a story that touched the hearts of everyone gathered around the fire. It was a tale of a lonely traveler who embarked on a journey to find the most beautiful thing in the world. Along the way, the traveler encountered hardships and obstacles, but he also met kind strangers who showed him the beauty of kindness and compassion. As Claymore reached the climax of his story, he looked around the circle of faces illuminated by the firelight and saw tears glistening in the eyes of the villagers. He knew that his stories had the power to heal hearts and inspire souls, and it was a gift he treasured deeply. But as the years passed, Claymore's own heart carried a hidden burden. He had loved and lost, and the memory of his beloved Eleanor haunted him like a shadow in the depths of his soul. Eleanor had been the love of his life, a radiant woman with a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. She had passed away many years ago, leaving Claymore with an emptiness that no story could fill. One autumn day, as the leaves fell from the trees and the air turned crisp, Claymore decided it was time to share one final story. He gathered the villagers one last time and told a tale of undying love, of a bond that transcended time and space. It was a story inspired by his own love for Eleanor, and as he spoke the final words, he felt a profound sense of closure and peace. The villagers applauded, their hearts touched by the depth of emotion in Claymore's storytelling. They realized that beneath his cheerful exterior was a man who had loved deeply and had carried that love with grace and dignity. As the years passed, Claymore's stories became legends in the village, passed down from generation to generation. The memory of the kind, storyteller with a heart full of love and a gift for weaving magic into words lived on, and the village continued to flourish, guided by the lessons of compassion and empathy Claymore had imparted through his stories. And so, the legacy of Claymore, the gentle farmer and master storyteller, lived on, reminding all who heard his tales that the most beautiful thing in the world was love, and it had the power to touch hearts and transform lives, just as it had done for him.

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