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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Chimera Zombie Centaur

After spending a few seconds on the ground to catch his breath, Dilan forced himself to get up.

He was still breathing heavily, and the debuff from 20% of his Stats felt far worse than expected.

It was a suffocating feeling and made him feel as if all the breath was knocked out of his lungs but he simply endured it.

There was nothing else he could do, either way.

Dilan had just begun to adjust to the weakness when he was hit with another bout of weakness. Even the effect of the Vial of Strength wore off. Dilan was pretty sure that 30 seconds had yet to pass, but when he looked around, he noticed that the others had gathered around him.

Kathrine was breathing heavily, and both her palms had been scorched severely.

It looked like she used some force in order to control the bolts of lightning, which allowed her to shoot with near-perfect aim.

Dilan was thankful for her assistance, which was why he nodded his head faintly.