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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

Jad_Eres · Fantasy
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131 Chs

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"ISAAC!"

"TARI!"

A demon and a human embraced each other tightly.

"I didn't think you were teleported to this place with me! I should've looked for you!" Isaac felt terrible. For days he had enjoyed nothing but a comfortable bed and even secured himself a job. Even when there were people who didn't like him, there were even more who offered their hands. He had been living a bountiful life, but what of his friend who he had implicated?

"It is all right my brother. You must have been preoccupied by the many trials and tribulations the Eldar Forge has presented you. I do not hold a grudge against a person who has no control over what happens, nor to a friend who has been thrown into a peculiar scenario."

Three women looked on in absolute confusion at the two men embracing each other. It was for a lack of a better word, creepy.

"Ugh, will the two of you cut it? You two are embarrassing." Valentine cursed at the two men