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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

Lost Senses

Otis began foaming at the mouth because of the severe pain. He exerted himself fully, growing as many mushrooms as he could. Unfortunately, just a few seconds after any mushroom formed, they burned to ash.

Apollo had a relatively clear path, but if he recklessly shot forward some of the fire might catch onto him. Although Apollo didn't understand how the flame of a phoenix worked, it didn't take a genius to realize getting touched by it was probably a bad thing.

Otis realized the futility of his actions and fully disconnected his senses from the mushrooms. Unfortunately, the pain didn't disappear, just like last time.

The mycelium and mushrooms stopped growing.

As such, what remained quickly burned to ashes and began falling to the ground. Since Otis depended on the mycelium to remain so high up in the air, he ended up falling through the sky.

However, that was the least of his concerns at this point.