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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

I'm Going To Kill You

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. He didn't speak for a moment.

"Your village is more or less what peace looks like, no? Naturally, if this was expanded to the entire world, this would naturally be ideal."

This wasn't exactly an over exaggeration. After all, it was a place where food was readily abundant and where the biggest trouble on people's minds was a yellow-haired prankster.

It was a place where people didn't really care about money, where people didn't care about status, background, or whatever. They just talked with each other because they enjoyed the other person's company.

But it inevitably wasn't perfect.

And that came in the form of Apollo.

He hated that place. He hated it a lot.

Apollo's neutral expression dampened slightly, giving him a small frown.

"I don't like that."

Lucifer was speechless for a moment, almost like he couldn't comprehend why Apollo thought that way.