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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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Races of the Night

Dilan ignored Felia when he noticed her.

She was not important to him, and the information Mayor Clerens wanted to share with him was far more interesting than Felia's life in the last few days.

"So what are these pouches which the members of the Blood Legion used to lure the monster tide to the Blue Star camp?" Dilan started by asking the simplest question first.

He could have just taken a look at the pouch but Dilan didn't think about it at that time.

"Well, I can give you one of these pouches, but I don't actually believe that you will be able to understand what they're either way," Mayor Clerens teased, showing his white teeth as he smiled at Dilan.

'Does he think that's funny?' Dilan wondered, rolling his eyes before he returned to continue speaking with Mayor Clerens.

"You can do that, but you can also just tell me what those are."

'If he says that I cannot figure out what these pouches are, they cannot be treasures exchanged from the Gates.' Dilan concluded quickly.