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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 Shop

Mist began to converge and form what looked like a street stall. There was a fairly large bowl-like structure attached to the left of it, while there was a small board on the right. At the top, there was a sign in elegant cursive writing, created with bright white mist with the words...

'Contribution Purchases'

As well as a few items to buy. They were separated into two categories.

'Contribution Points

1 Point - 2 Basic Shadow Step Technique Crystals

3 Points - Pre-Intermediate Elixir of Flexibility

5 Points - An Unassuming Black Cloak

10 points - Secondary Forged Core Black Steel Greatsword

Current Balance - 5 points'

Apollo didn't see any use in buying more of the technique crystals given he had already learned it. As for the greatsword, he was even less interested. Apollo didn't plan on giving up on his trusty bokken any time soon.