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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

Inheritance: The Baron Of Death

'I just realized that she called it lunch, even though it was supposed to be breakfast…' Arthur muttered internally, scrunching his eyebrows as he stuffed the last of the meal into his mouth, savoring the pleasant flavors as they assaulted his tongue.

Ever since he entered the tower, such peaceful moments only amounted to an unattainable dream. During the tutorial, he was constantly worrying about the future, honing his skills for the tribulations up ahead.

The peaceful moments–in which he could calmly feel the cold breeze sweep across his skin, causing it to tingle–were rare. Immediately after entering the tower, his time was invested in preparations.

'But I cannot spend too much time here,' thought Arthur, collapsing on his bed, allowing a faint smile to blossom upon his face. 'My headstart–compared to my former life–cannot be wasted. It is my greatest advantage, along with my knowledge.'

'But I can stay for a bit.'