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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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Gathered!

"Of course, I can. I forgot to mention that my father was granted the power of Primordials when he accepted their blood or something like that. He had a white and a black mark on his body. The white mark released a blast that destroyed one's soul while the black mark destroyed all kinds of substances.

My father tried to kill me with both of them, only to get killed and fed to some monsters," Dilan spoke about the gruesome battle between himself and his father as if he was discussing the weather and the Soul Shards simply stared at Dilan, not sure what exactly they were supposed to do.

"Your father was compatible with the repulsive powers of two Primordial races? How the hell are you still alive?" The Fallen Celestial asked.

He knew that he didn't belong to this place, let alone this Universe but he had been forced to search for a safe hideout where nobody hunting him could find him, and that was something he had achieved success with.