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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 cleaned himself by flooding his body with compressed scalding water before he dried his body with the help of the Flame of the Beginning.

He wasn't even injured from the scalding water, let alone the Flame of the Beginning and he entered the room, cleaned up and looking as fresh as ever before.

Kathrine looked at his narcissistic smile and she began to frown deeply.

'This idiot is really full of himself…but he looks better now…this bastard…'

Inside the large hall where more than a hundred Lesser Gods and more than a dozen True Gods were seated, Dilan found himself as the center of attention in no time.

Everyone stared at him, whether they smiled, frowned, or clicked their tongue in dissatisfaction.

Dilan ignored them all as he approached the seat next to Ariel Silvertale and his friends and family.