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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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They'll die

Dilan had a lot more to say, but he let it be for the time being.

Everyone was still shocked because he had cruelly beheaded Leon.

As such, it was best to wait a little bit and let everyone calm down.

Even if others didn't call him a leader, boss or something like that, Dilan knew that he had just become the self-proclaimed leader of the group by indirectly demanding the title for himself.

This and the fact that he had beheaded someone was more than enough to turn him from an ordinary survivor to a leader in half a day.

With that in mind, he decided to return to the corner of the room, where he lied down to sleep.

Dilan was exhausted and not in the mood to say anything else.

Thus, he ignored the others as he shut his eyes and entered a deep sleep that lasted several hours.

Meanwhile, the old man in his 60s, who had asked Dilan the question if it was really necessary to kill Leon, had quieted down and returned to sleep as well.