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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasi
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Cutting Through the Foliage

Apollo began laughing harder and harder.

He tried so hard to use his advantages in an attempt to outsmart Otis, but in the end, this was his state. Although Apollo was able to injure Otis, the following counterattack made him suffer so much.

Apollo looked at the black flame match in his hands. It was nearly at the end of its life, perhaps still able to provide a minute or two of stealth. However, Apollo simply dropped it, letting it fall to the floor.

Although it could continue to obscure his figure, it was only so useful when the purple mist would reveal his location.

Vines and wooden spikes immediately shot towards his location, prompting Apollo to streak through the air, leaving trails of lightning in his wake.

Whenever any vines got close, they would disappear in the next instant. They were simply too weak, meaning that even Apollo's casual strike caused them to snap.