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Return Of The Strongest Player

WPC July 2023 Winner. When the Demons and Angels of the 99th floor detected a threat to their reign, they teamed up to topple the man who'd placed them in such a situation. The Lord of Sins, a walking calamity of the Heaven's Spire, had put pressure on the transcendents no mortal had ever done. However, before the Lord of Sins could revolt against their reign, the Demons and Angels decided to nip the threat in the bud. Manipulating his clanmates, using other clans, controlling fate... They used all powers available to them in an attempt to halt the advance of the Lord of Sins. Eventually, it worked, and the Lord of Sins fell from grace. But it wasn't a happy ending for the vicious transcendents. "I'll return one day, stronger than ever and as a force even you can't touch! I'll become the Lord of Sins again!" The man returned to the past with a goal in mind. Everything else was just an interference. "Return of The Strongest Player" is a gripping tale of a man's ascendance. His journey back to the pinnacle of strength, the adversities blocking his path, and the comrades he eventually acknowledged. ----------------------- Chapters will be released at 9:30 AM (PST) or 00:30 (GMT +8). The timings will vary during Daylight Savings Time in the western part of the globe. Especially, Canada and the United States of America. Drop a power stone if you liked what you read. Add it your collection to never miss an update. Your gift is my motivation! Enjoy!

AceAmbrosia · Fantasie
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288 Chs

Crimson Soil: Kurukshetra

It was a massive wasteland.

A crimson tint surrounded the atmosphere, interfering with Arthur's eyes. His entire existence seemed to blend with the battlefield, which reflected the color of a certain viscous liquid that covered the ground.

His eyes shone with curiosity as he observed his surroundings. There wasn't a single entity visible for miles upon miles. The horizon was draped in darkness. It was either night, or the world did not have an atmosphere.

'The latter isn't possible.'

The soil was crimson, akin to Kurukshetra. Arthur bent down, allowing the soft dirt to flow through his fingers. Its texture was strikingly similar to sand, and so was its consistency. 'This is a weird world.'

It was like crimson soil was all that existed in the entire world. There weren't any mountains, hills, craters, water, or greenery. However, Arthur was quick to spot four shadows in the far distance.