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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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Sci-Fi?

Even though a year had passed, Dilan didn't have much time to think about several things.

He was mostly focused on using the Perfect Essence Cultivation technique, focusing on his surrounding, making sure that the mirror emblem would always be supplied with mana, and maintaining his flying speed.

It was not too straining for Dilan but he rather spends his time differently than tormenting himself about something that his comrades had probably already solved by working together.

What Dilan was currently thinking about was the question related to the protection of the Chaos Obelisks once placed and where to find all the materials he, or rather, the Lesser God blacksmiths required.

After 12 months it should be possible for the others to have found ways to solve both problems. That was something Dilan was certain about.

Yet, what he didn't expect to happen was to step into the bustling palace, without anyone paying attention to him.