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Nameless King

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Arlemit · Fantasy
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1149 Chs

Delight

The humiliated bandits hurried out of the bar. They had no idea what they had done.

"Freeze..." Suddenly an eerie voice rang out.

"Fuck you!" One of the thugs shouted.

Whoooooooosh.

The temperature in the bar dropped dramatically. Everyone looked at the man in the long cloak, a coldness and an aura of death emanating from him.

"Well... Looks like even in such a quiet place, there are idiots who don't appreciate life." Cursed Swordsman muttered as he drew his sword from behind him.

His powerful aura came down on the bandits, then they realized they had made a big mistake, none of them wanted to anger such a man.

Cursed Swordsman swung his sword and the icy blade headed for the bandits.

"Wait!"

The bandits tried to resolve things without using force, but it was too late. The ice blade sliced them in two. The bandits' heads fell on tables nearby and startled the visitors.