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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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"Trash…" the shepherd said, just to smirk lightly before he added,

"Why are so many little sheeps so daring? Why would you be allowed to take one of these beauties if not even the head shepherd took a look at them first?

If you were still alive, I would have suggested that you should choose your words carefully before actually opening your mouth, but it looks like you cannot say anything even though your mouth is wide open!"

The smile of the shepherd looked devilish, and as if everyone's mind had blanked out they looked at the corpse of the older man, who had just spoken out his mind a moment ago.

Blood trickled down his face, and a clean bullet hole crested his forehead.

His mouth was wide open as if he had been about to say something, but his words died along with him. Now, his corpse lay on the floor as blood pooled around it.

A few women screamed when the body fell to the ground, but most Survivors were simply too shocked by what they saw.