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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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Ela

Erin's fireball launched itself towards the army of demons. The already large ball of death continued to expand at an alarming rate.

The demons couldn't help but turn to stare. It was as though a meteor was plummeting right at their doorstep.

By the time the fireball was right above the demons, it had reached a diameter of twenty meters.

The demons looked up to see a sunset.

A massive explosion reverberated in the city. Like an earthquake, everything shook. They could even feel the effects from the roof of the palace.

The explosion left a huge black crater.

The shockwave alone killed countless one-horned demons. Any two-horned demons that were within ten meters died on the spot.

As for three-horned demons, one was right in the center of the explosion. What remained was nothing more than a few pieces of charcoal.