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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 Past

Iwan looked at the scroll in his hand. There were no words on it, but he knew that it was an energy cultivation technique. The old demon was like a perfect guide. 

Since Iwan's guide had already told him that he would be training this internal energy first, then that is what he would be doing.

"Just staring at it won't help you master it. Open it." The old demon shouted at Iwan. He sounded like an aunt always angry for one thing if not the other.

That was only because the old demon looked more eager for Iwan's training to start than Iwan himself.

"I was going to open it even if you didn't shout." Iwan mumbled and jerked his hand holding the scroll.

With a thundering sound and a swift motion, the scroll rolled open. The scroll's surface was emitting such a bright shine that Iwan had to forcefully keep his eyes open if he had to read off the scroll.

"Breathe in the world." 

"Breathe out the Guilt." 

"Breathe in the World."