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Goddess' Assassin System

After falling into a coma while undergoing the treatment of his sickness, Fluffy Sleepyhead learn from the Goddess Visare that his soul is being summoned to another world, the world of Reverie. However, he is not being summoned to be a hero and save the world of Reverie. His soul is being summoned to be a part of a hideous experiment that aims to replicate the Sacred Hero Summoning Ritual using the broken fragments of the Hero's Sword. Follow his adventures as he confront the darkness of different events involving the Hero's Sword fragments and complete his mission given by the Goddess Visare to fulfill his wish. ...A mission to gather all the Hero's Sword fragments and return it to the Goddess' Realm... ...A promise to return his soul in his origin body and heal him from his sickness... ...An adventurer within the darkness of the light to remember who he is... [Goddess' Assassin System] [Mode (+0)] [Life (+0)] [Mana (+0)] [Status (__)] [STR (+0), AGI (+0), VIT (+0), DEX (+0), INT (+0)] [Element: FIRE (+0), WIND (+0), LAND (+0), WATER (+0), LIGHT (+0), DARK (+0)] [Combat Power (+0)] [Rank (+0)] Here's my Discord server UelUel The PoruShark Writer https://discord.gg/zRJWDr4U

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Beneath The Underground Catacomb

At the deepest part of the underground catacomb under the ruins of the once high and mighty Holy Kingdom, where the hideous experiments aiming to replicate the Sacred Hero Summoning Ritual were being performed by a group of an unnamed organization, an incursion is being held aiming to save those who are imprisoned and avenge those who have lost their lives.

...WAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!...

...UWARGHHH!!!...

Battle cries can be heard from those who refused to surrender, as dying screams can be heard from those who chose to stand their ground and fight.

A screeching sound would echo as two or more blades cross. An explosive sound would burst as someone cast a destructive Magic Skill. And as the shadows of both of those who believe in themselves to be good and see the other as bad dance in the flickering light of torches, the iron-like smell of blood engulfs the confined space within the underground catacomb as the blood itself stains the unkept walls and floor.