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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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Dragon Temple

Dilan had disappeared from the large Wyvern's sight when it was less than 200 meters away from him.

This was exactly the distance he wanted to test the full extent of his Armor-Set's abilities properly.

He reappeared above the head of the Wyvern, whose eyes immediately flicked upward. Though its eyes were ridiculously fast and sharp, the remaining body was not fast enough to keep up with the speed of its eyes as Dilan unleashed his power.

There was no sign of hesitation in his movements as four Basic Elemental Spirits merged with the Cursed Dagger, which Dilan slashed downward the moment the Wyvern's eyes looked straight into Dilan's eyes.

'Sorry but you're too late!' Dilan thought as the tip of the Cursed Dagger pierced through the first layer of the Wyvern's flesh.

He dug deep into the monster's flesh, skull and brain without meeting any resistance as electricity currents, wind gales, and searing flames emerged from the Spirits that had fused with the Cursed Dagger.