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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Rumbling

Standing on top of the buildings adjacent to the large main street in Shiron, all the Ascenders smiled brightly as Blazing Molotov Daggers appeared in their hands.

Williams' smile was probably the brightest as he controlled a total of 20 Blazing Molotov Daggers in the air before he shot them down to the masses of 1000 Vampires when the command was issued.

"Release the daggers!"

Every single Ascender was holding one or two Blazing Molotov Daggers in their hands, and all of them threw them out almost at the same time.

More than two thousand Blazing Molotov Daggers shot to the ground before they exploded one after another as they collided with the ground, Vampires, or other daggers.

Painful screams, thunderous explosions, and the smell of charred, sizzling flesh filled the air as flames flared up as if they were presented with a wide field of tinder to gorge.