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The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · Fantasy
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287 Chs

Arriving at Notrelune

The grassland returned to silence after Hex had left with Althea and Hestia. The bodies of the Knights and Squires remained, waiting to turn into the nourishment of the never-ending grasses.

"What should we do now?"

One of the cart drivers asked his companions. They remained hidden in the dense bushes. They were the only ones not knowing the things that happened in the past period.

They heard the sounds of battle but were unaware of the truth. As they waited for the return of the Knights, doubts filled them. 

"I think they are dead or wounded." One of them replied. "We should perhaps look for them?"

"Or," said another, "maybe we should leave with these things and sell them somewhere. We will divide the money and return saying everything was stolen. Heaven knows regular people like us are often ignored by the strong."

For a while no one said anything. "W-Will that be alright?"