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Odyssey of the Blind God

In a desolate world where humans are on the brink of extinction, conquering countless dungeons, fighting against ferocious beasts, what happens to someone blind and powerless? Nial's glorious fate was taken from him when he was only three, leaving him blind and without a trace of mana. 15 years later he was still enduring the humiliation of a rotten society that favored the mighty. Society nearly took away his innocence and brightness, forcing him to mature, giving him an unbending will. However, everything changed the moment he awoke his Origin. He devoured Ancient Curses and slaughtered Gods and Devils! Angels? He will make them kneel! Devils and the such? All will be in his grasp ** Even though I’m blind, I see more than anyone else! I devour Curses and take control over darkness. Mark my words… [It will be all of you that will have to kneel in front of me!] Just come at me Dragons, Angels, Devils, and Gods…if you dare to! Otherwise, my ascend will be your doom! Follow the odyssey of an ordinary, blind youth towards godhood as his fate that had once been taken from him shall be returned. Witness his pain, and growth to an existence feared even by Ancient Gods and Fiends from primordial times! ** [A/N: The MC's behavior in the early stage of the Novel will be different from what the Synopsis suggests. Please take a note of that while reading :D]

HideousGrain · Fantasía
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Last line of Defense

Seeing that the young Originals had finally arrived, the soldiers visibly calmed down.

Within seconds, the tightly packed soldiers began to move, creating space between one another to allow some dungeon beasts to pass through.

Though they didn't let all of the beasts trample them and shoot past the four rows of Soldiers, meaning that the number of dungeon beasts that were able to pass through all of them was minuscule.

Besides, most of the stronger beasts were already injured, posing only a little threat to the young Originals.

Once the first row of soldiers holding the defensive line would grow exhausted, the soldiers from the rows behind would take over, letting the front row soldiers catch up on their breaths a little.

Through this, the most exhausted Soldiers would be able to defend the base from the fourth row, while recuperating slowly.

This would distribute the pressure weighing down on everyone tremendously.