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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

King-Level Toxic Creature

Apollo carried the body of the high-level toxic creature awkwardly into the request room. He could tell that the creature was still alive as the body continued to squirm in his hands, but there was little it could do without its limbs.

Layla appeared soon after and watched as Apollo walked across the room.

As for the request room, the request table shifted and dispersed. The mist gathered to become a fairly large cage. The cage looked far from reliable given that the bars seemed to be fading in and out of existence, but Apollo didn't question it.

The front of the cage was just a gap, so Apollo tossed the creature in that gap. It landed with a thump, then mist rapidly gathered around the cage before disappearing altogether along with the creature.

The request table returned, but this time with the parchment on top torn and a sack of two hundred gold coins. Above it were six lines of condensed mist.