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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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Gate in a Gate?

"But I don't want to talk to him. Why would it be necessary for me to talk to him?!" Dilan resisted talking to the Vampire Lord. He was pretty sure that there was nothing he would gain by talking with him.

With that in mind, he chose to ignore the 'invitation' of the Vampire Lord and to focus on improving his Log of the Ancient.

Currently, his Log of the Ancient was in an orderly manner but it was rather disadvantageous that he still had five open passive ability slots. Dilan should focus on acquiring powerful passive abilities to make sure that his strength would increase potentially the higher the ranking of his abilities but there were not many abilities he truly liked.

Thus, he blankly looked at his Log of the Ancient for quite a while.

Name: [Dilan Cier]

Rank [Tier-2 (Level 35)]

Race [Human(85%] [Blood Vyrm(15%)]

Occupation [Squire of Life(Divine)]

Title [Beyond the Stars <Bronze(Growth)>]

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Strength= [228.9+22.8]+5% +158

Health= [438.9+43.8]+5% +108