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Martial Artists, Heroes, Magicians, Divine Species, & Insane Truck-Kun

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

The_Fake_God · Fantasie
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280 Chs

Old Demon's Hectic days

"Brother, it's me. Me, Mario." The figure told Iwan with bloodshot eyes.

Hearing the voice of the figure from a few feet away from him, Iwan could feel his body shivering.

He trembled and lowered his leg before hugging the figure in front of him.

"Barbero, what happened to you?" Iwan hugged the figure whose identity was one that was deeply connected with Iwans.

"Has the Crimson Raven's army already reached the demonic sect?" Iwan asked Barbero before gently pushing him away and looking at his swollen face.

That was the reason why Iwan had used the word, 'army' instead of members because there were no martial artists who would leave a person in such a state.

It was better to kill someone than to let him run away with ripped robes and a swollen face.

Even before Babero answered, Iwan was already fuming with rage. "Preposterous, I will kill the bastards who did this to you." Iwan declared at the top of his lungs.