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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

Jad_Eres · Fantasi
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131 Chs

The Hunt I

Everyone started running. Their muscles ached and their bodies screamed. It did not matter what was the nature of their current self.

Faster everyone began to move, deploying methods that could be seen as secret. Some gilded through the wind. Others used the collapsing rocks as a foothold, sending themselves from one foothold to the next.

Movement techniques, Class Skills, Bloodline lineage, they didn't spare anything to survive. The luckiest of these bunch were those who could fly and soar through the skies. Some who had no luck fell into the abyss despite being prospects thought to win it all.

Yet, even then, everyone gave it their all, as they headed deeper into the Battlefield, hopping from one Island to the next. They all wanted to survive and reach the next round but the irony of it all was that they were running closer to an even deadlier fate.