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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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372 Chs

A Loophole

Apollo's body whipped around, creating a tearing sound in the air as though it was paper. His old forearm tore through the air, knocking aside both of the black blades.

The fingers of his old hand, as well as the wrist, directly exploded from the impact, sending his bokken high up into the air.

Apollo dashed over to it, firmly grasping it in his hand.

However, he wasn't really focusing on the blurry figures. As such, the next thing he knew, there was a black sword right in front of his face and one right behind his back.

Apollo violently twisted his body.

The black sword coming for his face directly pierced through his eye that was just healed, splashing blood across the walls. As for the one coming for his back, it pierced through the side of his ribcage, scattering flesh and a few bone fragments across the floor.

Apollo's bokken flashed, directly tearing through the figure in front of him. However, that figure simply distorted before returning to normal.