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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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Nightmares

What he felt about the Dark Elf Slave and the other slaves was something Dilan could hardly describe but it didn't really matter either way.

He would kill Regilav Gaul, and annihilate all his people to take revenge for what they had done to him.

His steps were silent as he walked back out of the dark alley in the settlement of the group that almost had a population of 30,000 and nobody took note of him.

Even when he returned to the brightly lit up main alley where he encountered many somewhat powerful Ascenders, Dilan was never stopped in his tracks even once. There might have been a few people, who looked at him from time to time but most of the attention he received was more for his looks and the confidence his body released subconsciously.

Dilan couldn't be bothered to merge with the crowd and not stand out as someone worth keeping an eye on but that was not necessary, to begin with because he hadn't released a single trace of mana right now.