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The Blind Swordsman.

A boy with an unfortunately tragic past grew up into an emotionless retard and became an assassin codenamed [Stylish-Assassin], who never bothered to hide his face even at the scenes of his missions; as such, the woman who loved him from the bottom of her heart was found out by the authorities from the government, who used her to keep an eye on him and dispose of him at any given moment. He who knew learned about that for a long time decided to resolve the matters with his death being the conclusions, but what he got was far too different for what he wanted, as the 'reason' that made him want to live another day even if it had to strive for it, ceased to exist that..... Without a reason or a will to live, he picked up the revolver held hand of his now dead 'reason' that made him want to live, and shot himself. What he thought was the end, Was instead a new beginning; He involuntarily found himself believing that, It was another chance in life, but DING-! [Character’s synchronised story has been successfully re-enacted!] “This scene should remain in your mind as you die. Take this as a lesson to never go against an aristocrat!” The man with a hoarse and cold voice said and slashed Mark’s eyes with his dagger. [User, Daddy_Darkness’, customized character has been created!] [Perfect synchronisation complete!] [[Mutated sewage rat’s crystal] [Rank – F (-)] [Inconsumable] has been consumed!] [[Abyssal (Ex)] has been activated!] With a clear target for his revenge etched onto his consciousness, he set foot into a path threaded with blood and cold darkness that lead him to the very depths of the abyss as he strived to become stronger than his target, even if the path leading him held life-threatening dangers at each step..... DING-! [An [Unborn Tower] has begun plundering over the [Essence] from the [Assimilated] worlds] *** AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. --- [Saturdays I may or may not upload]

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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Cruelty

In a luxurious conference hall marred with a ghastly aura. Among the 28 people present, 12 had their heads lowered while 15 others warily gazed at the man standing with his broadsword raised above his head, in the middle of the table.

Among them, the Emperor and the Dukes Of Darkness felt strange intuitive emotions rising up within their hearts and stomach as their gazes remained stuck on the pair of eyes centred behind him.

With no words spoken, they watched as the man's sword leaned forward and fell, cutting through the winds that seemed have stopped blowing.

Before the broadsword's tip touched the table top, the sword was stopped but the force it carried behind it came crashing down, pushing off most of the lighter materials placed on the table, faultlessly.

WHOOOSH-!

Without aiming at anything or anyone, the man continued to dance with his swords.

His dance was lucid, elegantly fluid, and

Destructive!