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Occupier

At a time when the shadow of death is felt at every moment and the war is endless, a young general embarks on a relentless struggle to protect his people. Legendary for his bravery and heroism, this commander becomes a symbol of war with his nickname "The Occupier". This man, who has been fighting to kill all his life, meets an emotion he never expected: Love. The enemy princess standing in front of him has captured the key to his heart. These two people, whose love is mutual, are exiled from their kingdom. As they try to build a new life together, their happiness is overshadowed by an incurable disease that the princess contracts. With the loss of the greatest love of his life, the Invader writhes in the grip of despair. Just when he thinks everything is over, Father Time appears. He offers the Occupier a task that only an occupier can accomplish and promises to save his lover in return. Not knowing what will happen, the Occupier takes the hand extended by Father Time and takes a step into the unknown.

ASW · Fantasy
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108 Chs

Clash Across Timelines

Suddenly transported onto a speeding train coursing through a picturesque landscape, traversing both time and space, the relentless battle between the warrior and the Son of Time Father persisted amidst the chaos of clashing metal and the rushing wind. Their skirmish intensified within the confined compartments of the train as they leaped between wagons, the resonating clash of their swords causing passengers to cower in fear.

The unwitting passengers found themselves thrust into the role of spectators, witnessing a breathtaking battle between the warrior and the Son of Time Father. The narrow confines of the train added an extra layer of danger and urgency to their clashes, as they maneuvered with precision and agility amidst the pandemonium.

Sparks ignited with every clash of sword and shield, the sounds reverberating through the train's compartments. The fierce determination in the warriors' eyes mirrored the escalating intensity of their struggle. Moving from wagon to wagon, furniture tumbled, glass shattered, and the entire train quivered under the force of their blows.

Passengers huddled together, torn between awe and disbelief, while others sought refuge, securing their safety amidst this extraordinary war. As the warrior and the Son of Time Father continued their frenetic struggle, the atmosphere became charged with a sense of desperation, as if both combatants understood that the outcome of this encounter would shape their destinies, infusing every strike with profound meaning.

One moment, they were locked in a brutal ballet of steel within the polished wood confines of a modern carriage, the next, they were hurled onto a rickety iron beast barreling through a landscape painted in sepia tones.

The warrior's broadsword flashed, a gleaming sunbeam in the dull light, the edge singing a hungry hum. "This ends now."

The Son of Time Father, eyes shimmering with chrono-energy, met the challenge with chilling calm. His hand plunged into a shimmering portal, emerging with a wickedly curved scimitar, its blade whispering promises of forgotten battles.

They clashed in the narrow confines of the car, steel biting steel with a shriek that split the air. Passengers, transformed into terrified witnesses, scrambled for cover, their screams swallowed by the rhythmic clang of blades. Suitcases toppled, lamps shattered, the train car became a whirlwind of splintered wood and scattered belongings.

The warrior, a whirlwind of fury, pressed the attack. He vaulted over overturned benches, his boots striking sparks from the rusted floorboards. His sword, a pendulum of death, cleaved through the air, each stroke aimed to cleave his foe in two.

But the Son of Time Father was a viper in human form, his movements an impossible tangle of strikes and parries. Time itself bent to his will, blurring his form, deflecting blows at the last possible moment. He danced around the warrior's rage, a cruel jester in a deadly spectacle.

At the climax of the clash, the warrior's sword collided with the enemy's shield, the resounding impact sending shockwaves through the train and propelling it toward the brink of disaster. The screeching of metal against metal echoed the imminent calamity.

In a breathtaking display of power and skill, the warrior managed to maintain balance amidst the chaos, fighting against the train's violent momentum with every ounce of strength. Just as the specter of disaster loomed large, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of a portal as the son of time father used his powers once more. His eyes didn't search for a war, but an espace.

Its spinning energy promised escape from the impending catastrophe, an opportunity both warriors seized without hesitation.