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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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751 Chs

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Dilan unleashed the power of the 73rd Slash of Destruction Sword Style, Godslayer, while he was only at the standards of an Ascender at the mid-range of the fourth Tier.

Even he had trouble accepting the fact that he had truly done it, but looking at the destroyed Shadow Essence Crystal of the Shadow Demon God, it had to be true.

"Is he dead?" Dilan asked without any interest or remorse. He looked down at his trembling hands, unable to hide his exhilarated smile.

He defeated the first Lesser God without utilizing any petty tricks, or after getting killed and tortured for several years.

'Without any tricks…just with my own powers…the power of my future Divinity, and the teachings of the last ten thousand years…'

Dilan clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails sliced into his palm. Warm blood oozed out of his clenched fist and it trickled down to the ground, but Dilan didn't even notice the pain.