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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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276 Chs

Interference

Under the commands of a protagonist look alike, the expedition entered the gate, excitedly, which was kept under control by the Assistant Professor Echo, who was asked to follow after them by the man who remained behind.

With a deep breath, that devilishly charming man who hadn't opened his eyes once since his arrival, eased that veil of heavy killing that rippled out instead.

His intent was so dense that most of the [E] rankers lost consciousness, while those deemed comparatively stronger knelt on the ground as their knees gave up.

Precipitating heavily, they gasped while tears, nostrils, and salivary glands gave up control over their liquids, similar to their groins.

With an inanimate state, most among the crowd collapsed while the atmospheric mana flared and rippled threateningly, but the man who was the reason behind the happenings around that [E] ranked gate, merely entered the gate that rippled in response.