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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

Hard To Kill Cougar

Booming thumps reverberated through the air, the sound of footsteps.

Apollo and Layla looked towards those sounds to see what looked like a giant cougar.

This creature was different from the others in that its skin was a muddy green, as opposed to the fleshy pink the others had. Although the creature was still fairly easy to see, if it wasn't moving, it would blend in fairly well with certain sections of the toxic wasteland.

  It was roughly ten meters long, not counting its tail, and opened its mouth wide to reveal bright white teeth.

Apollo scratched his cheek with his index finger, then turned to Layla.

"Is that tasty?"

Layla pouted.

"Mm... it's ok. Not too tasty, more for playing."

Apollo nodded and began walking towards the cougar. He had a neutral expression on his face.

His pace slowly increased to a slow jog, while a small smile formed on his face.