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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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"It's my palm. Should I back away?"

Iwan wondered while rejecting this thought since he wanted to be close to Barbero during this breakthrough.

' I will only obtain an eternally loyal slav-friend, if I stay next to him till the end.'

Iwan decided that he was going to handle the heat and stay right behind Barbero till the end.

This was his chance to obtain a rare pokem-subject who would accompany him on his long journey.

'According to the scroll, it's amazingly hard to breakthrough into the second stage of shadow sense, but he is doing it.'

Iwan could feel the progress as the surrounding temperature was also rising rapidly. 

Barbero grumbled as a mouthful of black blood rushed out of his mouth. 

He could feel his meridians pumping his internal energy as they kept on contracting and expanding.