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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

Close Your Eyes To Wake Up

Despite being so much larger than their counterparts, the secondary reformed beings moved incredibly fast. Because of that, Willow quickly found herself in an uncomfortable position.

Willow pointed her pitch black sword towards the three secondary reformed beings. Her blade let out a violent humming sound, one that seemed to tear through the air.

During that time, the secondary reformed beings were already within five meters of Willow.

Then, Willow's blade stopped vibrating.

A violent shockwave rippled through the air, directly exploding one of the secondary reformed beings into a bloody mist, while tearing through the other two, cutting some of their flesh off to ribbons.

Numerous other black beings were caught in the crossfire, similarly exploding into a bloody mist or being torn to ribbons.

Willow sighed softly.