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Abyss Mage

In the middle of a battlefield, a child is found, the creation of man's love for war. He will have to face many dangers to retrieve his memories and discover the reason for his existence. The only certainty is that true human nature is not good, yet he will face this world as an adventurer and will try to understand this chaotic world in which he appeared. In this novel, the MC is neither good nor bad. At first, he will have a childlike and antisocial mentality, but the surrounding environment will shape him, so his actions are purely natural and are not always the best to be taken. The nature of the MC's powers ends up putting him in certain unexpected situations, and yes, with a slight touch of necromancy, but no systems or such things, the MC will have to become strong by pure training. This is not just a story about getting stronger. There are several characters with broken personalities who are also suffering in this world. The world is in a state of constant war, and there is injustice everywhere. The MC himself also commits part of it. His moral actions change over time and are NOT CONSTANT. Everyone goes through changes during their lives, and the same applies to the MC here. *No harem and almost no romance at all. *English is not my first language. Quick update from the author: I wrote this story many years ago, and a lot has changed since then. Now, after all these years, I’m finally back with a new book called Demon Templar. You can find it on Kindle!"

Juarez_Culau · Fantasy
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194 Chs

Lesser Rebis

Madness incorporated Zelhart, the blood above his armor shinned a vivid red. This was the nest of evil in the Kingdom, a place with as much evil as in Zelhart's heart, this place together with the memories from Luther's death made him lost control once again.

Losing control of everything, Zelhart fought and killed. There was no way to distinguish who was from the resistance or part of the Blood Temple, but he didn't care, the point of his blade made no distinction between them because there was apparently no good at all. 

The fruit of the memories from when he killed Luther, all the anger and despair that devastated his heart and mind. He remembered fighting against the flow and how painful it was, in the end, the result was the same so there was no point to hold his anger. 

'This place is infested with evil, I must purge them.' Zelhart repeated on his mind over and over again.