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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

Cultivation

[Soul Devil's Cultivation Manual (lv:&@%#€₩$Þß)]

'….. What?' He thought upon noticing how there was nothing else popping up even when he willed to learn what kind of skill it was, except for the name, there was absolutely nothing he could find out about the skill.

〔[Soul Devil's Cultivation Manual] Ha§ bEəñ ªÇťïväTęĐ〕

WHOOOOOOM-!

From the centre of his body, from his solar plexus, sky blue coloured vein-like patterns exploded out to all directions at once, travelled to every corner of his body before the patterns returned to his solar plexus, formed a dot which then spiralled out and took a shape of an orb before dissipating entirely.

And,

That was it.

After that, nothing of what had just happened within him remained.

But,

With his blindness as an handicap, he had developed all his other senses beyond their limits and the same went for his memory which recorded every minute detail he wanted to remember.