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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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Laying his back on the bed, Ken began to ponder over the [Superlative Emotions] that had activated on its own. Ela had went to take a bath, since most of yesterday night's activities results were visible on her the most.

As he wondered over that topic, there were things he had realized: one of them was that though the pleasure he and his partner felt were heightened by a lot, he didn't lose his mind, but instead he craved from more and more pleasure.

The effect was like an enhancer.

If he felt a spark of any certain emotion, then the [Superlative Emotions] effect would turn it into a blazing ball of fire, which could potentially burn like a forest fire the more it's controlled.

'Like a berserker, but instead of only rage, I'm affected by all emotions I feel…..' He concluded.