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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

The Hunt II

"They're coming! Run!"

"To where? The Islands are collapsing. Unless you can fly, you won't be able "

Holding their weapons, gripping their resolve, they pushed forth, getting ready to face the trial the Council placed before them. Fueling their ambition was their desire for fame and fortune, and most importantly, the promise of an uncontested treasure.

The Items forged by two of the Greatest Craftsmen of their times.

'That thing is mine.'

'I won't let anyone take it away from me.'

Techniques and Skills were the backbones of

The fear was enveloped in the face of such a gleaming future. The possibilities were endless and the door to such a future was the treasures chained to the Magical Creature's necks. As if they were doused in berserker blood, they all jumped at the maw of danger.

Those present were 99 percent people who had nothing to do with one another. Many saw each other as rivals, some loathed each other, a few even competed with each other not so long ago.