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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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Surprise...

Dilan didn't expect the surprise attack, let alone that it would be focused on him.

But he was quite happy that the Apostles used their surprise attack to eliminate him rather than anyone else.

He might have lost his head for a moment, quite literally, but it took him only ten seconds to come back.

That was much longer than he would have taken under normal circumstances, however, there was nothing he could do about it.

His True Undying Essence hadn't been activated, he didn't expect that his mastery of Astral Projection had become so weak and fickle, or that the control of his body had become useless after he lost his head.

It was quite obvious that he would need some more training when everything was over, but Dilan was not able to think about training, exercising or anything like that at this moment.

The only thing that flashed through his head was rage, uncontrollable rage.