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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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Toxic Wasteland

Apollo had no idea what exactly a high-level toxic creature was supposed to be, or what the toxic wasteland was. However, the danger level of three-horned made it sound like a fairly easy mission. After all, three-horned demons were fairly easy for Apollo to kill.

The only issue was the requirement to catch them.

While he was fairly confident in his ability to kill things, capturing alive was another thing altogether. What Apollo was most concerned about was how 'alive' the creature had to be.

If he cut off the limbs of a creature, it should be easy enough.

Then, Apollo looked towards the pictures at the bottom of the request paper.

And furrowed his eyebrows.

Layla clapped excitedly from behind Apollo.

"Wow, those friends look so different!"

Apollo let out a dry chuckle.

"...They sure do."

There were pictures of three main different variations. Each variation contained a front body shot, a side shot, and one from above.