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The Master of Uradan

The life of the son of a nobleman was not as happy as others could think. With a loving but always away father, a mother who had forgotten about his existence, and a brother too busy learning to become the next heir, Rohan had the habit to live alone. One day, he decided he had enough and chose to live in the secondary mansion of the family, accompanied by his butler and some guards. Since his goal was to become a Warrior to follow the path of his father, he chose to train with the guards each morning when he was only 10 years old. Followed years of training, until the day to become a warrior, a mana user, had finally come. But it was only the beginning of his story, and even though it was easy to understand that he was a genius in the warrior path, life, was truly never easy. Follow the tales of Rohan, roaming a world of magic populated of many races as he learn the hard way about them all. About the darkness of the humans; the haughtiness of the elves; the greediness of the dwarves; the craziness of the orcs; the shrewdness of the goblins; the deviousness of the demons; the foolishness of all living beings. Follow his journey as he became the Master of Uradan, a world of demons that only he could go as he will, and as he become the most powerful warrior and the most terrifying wizard of the whole world. ---------------------------------------- 1 bonus chapter at the end of the week for every 50 powerstones 1 bonus chapter at the end of the month for every 10 golden tickets You can support me here: https://ko-fi.com/lekrackeen

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Chapter 125: Just a child compare to them

Rohan frowned at the buzzing sound. The situation wasn't as smooth as he had expected it to be. Two wasps as fierce-looking as the one he had fought earlier had appeared in front of the three men.

'Should I help them?' If Rohan wanted to find a city or anything, he would have to keep those men alive. They would know he was here, but Rohan could subdue them without problems anyway.

Before Rohan stepped forward to kill the wasps, the man leading the trio spoke nonchalantly.

"Graan, kill them." Rohan felt like he must have heard wrongly, but after a few seconds, he felt his own world crumbling as sweat flowed out of his forehead.

The man named Graan put his hand on his saber before he moved his right foot forward. With his body leaning to the front, he glanced at the wasps rushing at high speed to attack them.

He disappeared. The moment he appeared again, he was on the other side, behind the wasps. His saber was fully unsheathed, held in his hand, pointed to the ground.