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Return Of The Strongest Player

WPC July 2023 Winner. When the Demons and Angels of the 99th floor detected a threat to their reign, they teamed up to topple the man who'd placed them in such a situation. The Lord of Sins, a walking calamity of the Heaven's Spire, had put pressure on the transcendents no mortal had ever done. However, before the Lord of Sins could revolt against their reign, the Demons and Angels decided to nip the threat in the bud. Manipulating his clanmates, using other clans, controlling fate... They used all powers available to them in an attempt to halt the advance of the Lord of Sins. Eventually, it worked, and the Lord of Sins fell from grace. But it wasn't a happy ending for the vicious transcendents. "I'll return one day, stronger than ever and as a force even you can't touch! I'll become the Lord of Sins again!" The man returned to the past with a goal in mind. Everything else was just an interference. "Return of The Strongest Player" is a gripping tale of a man's ascendance. His journey back to the pinnacle of strength, the adversities blocking his path, and the comrades he eventually acknowledged. ----------------------- Chapters will be released at 9:30 AM (PST) or 00:30 (GMT +8). The timings will vary during Daylight Savings Time in the western part of the globe. Especially, Canada and the United States of America. Drop a power stone if you liked what you read. Add it your collection to never miss an update. Your gift is my motivation! Enjoy!

AceAmbrosia · Fantaisie
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288 Chs

Avalon Or Arthur: Blood-Hand Feyright

"How have we not died yet?" Gabriel spoke dumbfoundedly, inspecting the grievous injuries on his body as he let out bitter laughter. Blood spilled from his body like a geyser, yet breath remained in his lungs.

The battlefield was littered with blood and flesh, with craters and cracks as a side-effect of the battle's destructive nature. 

"The heavens have blessed us… they do not wish to see us perish," said Feyright, smiling gently. Yet, both of them knew they couldn't give up. To see the other perish was both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because their enemy would finally have died.

A curse because their enemy would have left this accursed world before them.

It was almost dawn, yet their battle had not come to an end. With ragged breathing, the two simply laughed, too exhausted to continue fighting. It seemed they would succumb solely by standing still.

However, at that moment, the two sensed an approaching presence.

'Arthur?'