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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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Testing The Black Flame Match

There was a weeping insect, brushing away its tears. It was upset over being abandoned.

That was when Apollo stepped out of the shadow world and into the real world while Layla tore open space from the blue world to the real world.

Once the two of them set foot on the soil, the insect looked up to them and then raised its arms.

It hadn't been abandoned!

The insect immediately ran over to Apollo and touched his foot, prompting him to look down at it with confusion.

"What do you want?"

Surprisingly, the insect seemed dejected, as though it understood what those words meant.

For a second, Apollo was wondering what this thing even was, until he eventually remembered it was the insect that began following him a while ago.

Layla's tail swayed enthusiastically.

"Do you want to see more tasty things?"

Apollo lost interest in the insect and turned towards Layla.