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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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The high-level toxic creature had skin with colors ranging from black, brown, and yellow randomly plastered across its skin. It matched the natural ground below it pretty well, meaning it would be fairly hard to make out while lying down on the ground.

This variation wasn't extraordinarily tall, standing at three meters high. However, it was still quite a bit taller than Apollo and Layla.

The creature did not have a head, but rather two eyes attached to two lines of flesh. Those two eyes were independent of each other, so each eye could look in one direction.

As for the set of jaws in the middle of its chest, they were open a little and moved a little as though breathing.

Upon noticing Layla and Apollo approaching it, the creature dug its claw deep into the ground, then pulled upwards, scattering large amounts of dirt towards the two.

Layla raised one hand and made a slapping motion, stirring up large gales that directly blew the dirt aside.