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Shadow of the Abyss

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells? *** "So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—" "F-Father…" " —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four. "...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. "Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— " "STOP!!!!!"

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Duel Arena II

There was a distinctive silence within the restaurant that overflowed with blistering killing intent, with bystanders watching from outside. The staff huddled in the kitchen behind a set of double doors, listening. 

Hilda pocked her palms out of her pocket and stared grimly at Altair. "You expect me to believe that? You who have a target on his head would accept the challenge of anyone for a few coins?" She scuffed as if she would believe such a thing. 

Altair glanced at his neurolink HUD at the time and sighed. "How long is the food going to take!" He shouted, sensing the fools in the kitchen all watching. "Hells. And as for you..." He turned to Hilda. " Believe me, don't believe me. I don't particularly care. But those are my terms. First Circles pay, 10, Second a 100, third 1000, fourth… well, you can do basic math, right?"