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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

Abandoned

Apollo looked at the dead high-level toxic creature next to him, then to Layla who was bashfully touching the tips of her fingers together. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

"...We need to find another one now."

Layla's tail swayed slowly.

"Um, sorry friend."

Apollo blinked a few times.

Although Layla definitely pissed him off, there was also the consideration that she was the one that found the high-level toxic being in the first place. On top of that, if it wasn't for her, it would've escaped after digging underground.

Apollo shook his head helplessly.

"Whatever. Can you see another one?"

Layla's furry ears twitched.

She spun around, doing a quick scan of the area.

"Oh, I see one there!"

Apollo nodded.

"Lead the way please."

At that moment, a little insect had caught up to them after running as fast as it could. Upon seeing the two, it felt relieved.

Then, Layla bolted off.