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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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First Promotion

Apollo flashed a smirk at Layla.

"I should be able to get a promotion with this."

Layla raised her hands in the air.

"Ohhh! Promotion!"

Apollo stepped into his shadow.

He felt a tugging force, which he followed.

After a few steps, Apollo found himself before the slightly parted eye.

He reached out, disappearing from the shadow world.

Like last time, Layla was already there waiting for him.

Her tail swayed from side to side.

"Hehe, what do you get from the promotion?"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess we'll find out."

Apollo walked up to the grey desk and flipped his coin.

Plumes of mist materialized.

Once his vision cleared, he saw a small bowl and the request paper next to it.

After a second of hesitation, Apollo took out the ten eagle berries and put them in the bowl.

Once the last eagle berry dropped inside, the bowl promptly disappeared into the mist.

The parchment tore in half while the mist grew in density.