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Martial Artists, Heroes, Magicians, Divine Species, & Insane Truck-Kun

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

The_Fake_God · Fantasía
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The origin of Truck-Kun

An hour had passed since the Crimson Raven had asked Brown Bear to do something for him. 

In the last hour, no one had seen Brown Bear and Crimson Raven since they had entered the Guidance hall, which was inside the middle building of the Disciple Zone.

The disciples, Elders, and even the two Protectors had worked like dogs for the past hour.

Before entering the Guidance hall, the Crimson Raven had only left two words for everyone.

"Clean Up."

Those two words meant moving tens of thousands of corpses, wiping rivers of blood, and mending any destruction left on the Apprentice zone training grounds.

Thus, for the last hour, the Sect members had been busy laboring their lives away as they collected the corpses in one corner of the Apprentice Zone while removing the scattered blood with high-pressure piss before pushing it outside the gate of the Apprentice Zone towards the vast grassland that continued till the portal.