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Lord Of The Lost

When William awakens submerged in a bathtub filled with blood, his life veers into the unimaginable. With no recollection of how he got there, he soon discovers he's become an unwilling player in the mysterious "Sequence Game"—a perilous competition that transcends reality and plunges participants into otherworldly realms. As William navigates these strange new worlds, he encounters bizarre legends and witnesses the birth of eerie entities. Whispers of an impending catastrophe grow louder: malevolent gods are invading, ancient powers are reawakening, and the fabric of reality is unraveling. Humanity teeters on the brink as extraordinary paths to divinity unfold before them, offering both salvation and temptation. Amidst the chaos, a beacon of hope emerges in the form of William, a fearless warrior wielding a spear and an unyielding spirit. Striding boldly at the forefront of this epochal shift, William becomes a symbol of resistance against the encroaching darkness. William must unravel the secrets of the Sequence Game and harness newfound powers to stand against the looming apocalypse. With the death knell of their world sounding and a cosmic countdown echoing in everyone's ears, they race against time to prevent ultimate destruction. In a reality where myths become tangible and every choice could herald doom or deliverance, who will rise as the final savior? The Sequence Game is a gripping odyssey of destiny, courage, and the relentless fight against cosmic annihilation. Journey with William as he confront ancient evils, forge unbreakable bonds, and strive to save not just their world, but all of existence. #VR

Lordofthelost · Fantasy
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115 Chs

Winning the Battle!

William was caught off guard.

It was beyond anything he had anticipated, this werewolf had somehow avoided what should have been a fatal blow. He had spent an entire day perfecting his [Piercing Attack], honing it until the charging time, once five seconds, was now compressed to just over three. The strike had been aimed at the creature's heart with deadly precision, yet instead of the satisfying thud of a kill, all he'd managed to do was graze its left arm.

Damn it, William thought. The beast was still standing. More than that, it was still dangerous.

He could feel the weight of the werewolf's power. Despite its injury, it hadn't lost its ability to fight. The muscles under its thick fur rippled with strength, and William had to stifle a curse. What kind of twisted race is this? he fumed. They were stronger, faster; everything about them seemed designed to defy logic.