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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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284 Chs

[Transcendence Coliseum]

On an humongous island, floating above the clouds.

Series of large raised platforms with barriers installed, numbed in hundreds, were seen on the island, unveiling the number of matches that could take place at once.

As for the seats for the enormous crowd curious to enter the island, there were none, since all the matches will be broadcasted throughout the whole Capital with the [Dreams Academy] being the display centre.

The matches will also be recorded to be sold at various prices according to the recorded matches' clarities. Why? It was to raise funds which have been discussed to be distributed among the trainees on a monthly basis, so that the trainees do not have to earn [PC]s from scratch, as it could easily kill their motivation early-on.

Why would anybody want to earn more if they don't even know the taste of spending?