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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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After screaming on top of her lungs for a few seconds until her throat didn't allow her to do so anymore, she zoomed out of the arena, crying, and disappeared from the training hall, without any warning.

Before, she brought back people from the Medical Unit to heal or give him a potion for his injuries, though not even the Unit had expected to see so much blood and the figure in question to just stand there calmly as if nothing worth mentioning had happened.

They scolded him for a minute or two before they poured a small potion over his left forearm that had been turned into a bloody mess as if it had been busted from within thanks to a [Tier-3] black magician's spell [Flesh Explosion].

After potioning the injury, they bandaged it saying that it'll hurt for a few days more and it should, to teach Ken, who stood calmly in a daze, a lesson of being careful with his actions in the future.