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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 Horror!

The insect let loose on the cougar underneath it, putting its all into mauling its skin.

There was not a single trace of mercy. The insect never paused its attack for a single second, slashing it with one arm, then the next, over and over again.

A battle cry was let out by this mercilessly savage beast!

"Waaaaaaaa"

It was a massacre, some people wouldn't be able to stop themselves from saying, the horror!

...Well, at least from the insect's perspective.

It truly was raining down countless strikes in the matter of seconds, but each would only slightly tear through the cougar's skin which would heal right after. The damage was so little that the cougar didn't even bother shifting its attention.

It would hardly take any effort for the cougar to create a new makeshift arm on top of its body and then crush the insect on top of it, but that would just be a waste of time.