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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

Playing the Bad Boy

'Are they already done?' Dilan began to wonder as he looked around.

For a second or two, nobody attacked Dilan. Some Ascenders rubbed their eyes to make sure that their eyes were not playing tricks on them, but that was not the case.

Dilan was perfectly fine and he continued to approach the military base from the cloud of smoke and the rain of rubble all around him.

The attacks on Dilan commenced again, but that was not something he had to be worried about.

"This is quite fun," Dilan said all of a sudden as he saw that more than a hundred Missiles and Bullets were fired at him at the same time.

He exerted Green Magic and used both Intermediate Wind Spirits to further accelerate his speed as he began to slash around.

Dilan's movements were rapid and fierce.

He made hundreds of cuts within a second, and every slash destroyed a projectile neatly.