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No More Pain For This Villain.

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

Satan03 · Fantasy
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364 Chs

Round One

In the heart of the selection arena, a raised circular platform glimmered with the intricate etchings of ancient runes. This central stage served as the focal point where aspirants displayed their prowess, their destinies hanging in the balance. Surrounding this pivotal space, tiers of seating offered a commanding view to the expectant audience. A bustling sea of spectators, a mix of students, faculty, and curious onlookers, filled the stands, their fervor palpable in the charged air.

Adjacent to the central stage, segmented areas were cordoned off, each designated for specific challenges marked by vivid banners fluttering in the breeze.

Perched high above the expanse of anticipation, a grandstand hosted a panel of learned evaluators. Professors and esteemed judges observed the unfolding drama from this elevated vantage, their keen eyes assessing the aspirants' every move, every incantation, every strategic maneuver.