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Nameless King

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Arlemit · Fantasía
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1149 Chs

Ice Sword

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The ground trembled as the ball of flesh emitted eerie energy waves that caused some monsters to move forward. Their eyes with vertical pupils stared at Wain as though at the main enemy while their jaws viciously closed.

"Hah, you think you can scare me with that?" Wain smirked as Gladius appeared in his hand, "You may be a little stronger than those underdogs, but that just means I don't have to be as careful with you!"

Whooooooosh.

Wain stepped forward as he found himself in front of one monster. The monster immediately attacked with its sharp claws, but suddenly the monster's hands fell to the ground as a fountain of blood gushed from its wounds.

"Well, you're a tough guy, aren't you?" Wain uttered as he knocked the drops of blood off his sword blade, "Your arms will surely grow back, just like your legs."

"Argh!" The monster cried out in pain as his legs flew off to the side.

Bam.