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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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Ending the Powerhouse

The Shapeshifting Kobold and the Troll Warrior were now totally focused on Dilan, who could hardly control himself.

He grinned from ear to ear, feeling that he was ready to rumble at any time. The two powerhouses were already severely injured and they couldn't make use of their entire combat prowess anymore.

Even if their stats were much higher than Dilan could attain with all kinds of possible abilities, pieces of equipment and so on, there was no way that they would be able to fight against them in their current state.

Thus, Dilan was not worried as he inserted some of his wind altered mana inside the Blessed Blade, Signav, to make sure that it was sharp enough to cut through his opponents before he dashed forward.