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Guild Wars

Draco had risen to the top of the world through his exploits in the legendary FIVR game, Boundless. After years of intense conflicts between his guild, Hellscape, and the guild of his former infidel lover, Darkrow, things came to a head when Draco conquered all. Now, nothing stood in his way of total conquest within the highly acclaimed second world of mankind, as he intended to fortify his new empire. Unfortunately, a timely assassination sent him back into the wheel of time for reincarnation, but not even the Gods gave him peace of death. Thrust into the past, Draco realized he'd been given a second chance at life to start from scratch, with all the knowledge of over fifteen years of almost absolute power in Boundless. Now, his path to glory will be far shorter and filled with more bloodshed than Hades could handle. ___________________________________________________________________________ WARNING: If you're the type to be triggered easily, please do not read.

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Sengo Muramasa 2

Hades had a severe look on his face as he held the blade of Muramasa. He knew the extent of his physical strength, yet he felt like holding this blade was equivalent to the average coach potato trying to deadlift 40 kg. 

The scarlet eyes of Muramasa gleamed as he pulled his sword back, but he was dismayed to find that it did not budge. Hades' grip was like a vice, not willing to budge an inch. 

"Interesting." Muramasa commented as he did something nobody expected... he let go of the blade. 

It wasn't just that losing his weapon would lower his lethality, but it was practically a universal law that swordsmen like him hated nothing more than to lose their sword, regarding that as a dishonorable thing or something, right? 

Since when did they voluntarily let go?