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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

The Bone Crusher

"Are you already feeling something?" The old demon stepped toward Iwan with a troubled look. 

To others, Iwan seemed to be acting like a clown, shouting gibberish while covering his head like a monkey. But, the old demon, who had already been doubtful because of the withered grasses around the circle, knew something was amiss.

"I can't see anything wrong with him." His question was left unanswered by Iwan while the power of his eyes, which he took pride in, had failed to see anything unordinary.

Iwan released his head and composed himself before turning to the old demon. 

"I am going crazy because of not training for a day." Iwan said to the old demon leaving the troubled old demon speechless.

His eyes seemed serious enough to anger the old demon. 

The old demon threw a soft fist at Iwan. It looked gentle, but the speed behind the the fist coming at Iwan wasn't slow at all. Instead, it was fast and straight like a needle.