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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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Dead and Alive

When Dilan appeared above the tallest Apostle, he pierced out with his right hand.

Oricalm, in the form of the bladed whip, shot out and coiled around the ten-meter-tall Blood Orc's neck.

The blades dug deep in the Orc's neck until dark red blood gushed out. The blood trickled down the bladed-whip, but neither the Apostle nor Dilan paid any attention to that.

Dilan shrouded his left arm in crimson lightning while pulling on the bladed-whip to burst toward the head of the biggest Apostle.

With the highest form of the Lightning God's Fist activated for a quarter of a second, Dilan's left arm was bound to be rendered useless, to an extent where even the True Undying Essence would require more than ten seconds to heal it properly.

However, that was fine as long as he landed one punch in the face of the Apostle.

Bursting toward his head, Dilan pulled his arm back and punched out using every bit of strength within his body. His killing intent gushed forth once again.