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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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Destruction against the Veils?

Dilan chose to spend an entire month fighting Lesser Gods.

Calling it a fight might be a little bit too much because Dilan was basically beating the shit out of everyone before giving them the 'choice' to do whatever they wanted with the memory shards he lend them until they finished watching the memories that were stored inside.

Everyone was too afraid of him to reject the choice he gave them. Thus, they ended up watching the memories, which shocked most of them.

None was able to endure the pressure that originated from the memory of Hoert's encounter. Dilan understood their feelings but he also felt that they were exaggerating it a little bit. The pressure originating from memories was basically non-existent and merely an illusion.

However, he didn't really pay much heed to their attitude and fear. Instead, he told everyone to give him his contacts with which he created an anonymous chat where nobody had to reveal their identity.