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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.

HideousGrain · Action
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751 Chs

Devour

Holding Arnes Cier by his hair, Dilan lifted him like a ragdoll. The tall President's feet were barely millimeters away from the ground.

Dilan held his hair tightly and he used his Green Magic to slowly ascend higher into the air.

The monsters all around them stepped back of their own volition, knowing deep down that they would be obliterated the moment they were to bother Dilan in the slightest.

The bloodlust that radiated from Dilan was more than enough to show everyone that they had to think a hundred times before even thinking of messing with him.

Dilan pulled his left arm back and he dealt a straight punch. His fist dug deep into his father's stomach, causing Arnes to spit out more blood.

The sight was satisfying and Dilan continued to punch his father black and blue. His expression was overflowing with genuine happiness and ecstasy that not even the most prized treasure could give him.