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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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Dilan had guessed that some of the Ascenders would try to join Felia's group to have fewer problems getting into the Blue Star camp.

He also guessed that Felia would reject them. As a woman, she wouldn't accept anyone in their group, who protected rapists, and as a leader, Felia wouldn't accept anyone, whom she couldn't trust the slightest bit.

Of course, Dilan knew that his assumptions could be wrong, but when Ailee returned from the mission he had given her, she reported to him what had happened.

"So, I was right. That's great, I guess." Dilan merely said before he turned quiet again.

The atmosphere around Dilan was tense. Many Survivors looked at him in fear, and they didn't know what to think about their leader's actions.

Nobody dared to say anything against Dilan, not after what they had just witnessed, but the Survivor's eyes spoke volumes about their doubts, fears, and uncertainties.