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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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Welcome to Clowndom, Young Apostle

"It's not magic, M, A, G, I, C, Magic, but it's MAgik?" Iwan mumbled before looking at Jaba.

"I didn't hear him wrong, it's really MAgik." Iwan said, "Or, did he spell wrong?"

Hearing Iwan and his doubt, Jaba looked affected to some amount.

Even the clown paint couldn't hide the confusion on Jaba's face.

A look that Iwan had never seen on Yu Lan's face.

"Did I spell it wrong!?" Jaba shouted while swinging his black stick at the red words.

"Look the words are moving." Jaba shouted and the words rearranged before breaking into smaller parts.

The rearrangement was even more confusing than the differently capitalized word from before.

"A spear?" Iwan looked at the red spear that had been formed from nothing but five letters.

"Young Apostle, why are you so foolish?" Jaba questioned Iwan while shaking his head as his yellow eyes went round and round as though Jaba was on something cracky.