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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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I Am Not The One You Should Be Asking

A few fire spells formed inside of Maya's body.

Normally when mages casted spells, they needed to gather mana. However, Maya was using the mana from the gemstone.

As such, Kye did not realize that Maya was preparing a spell.

Maya had a deadpan expression. She gradually connected three fire spells by their cores.

Then casted it.

Kye had no time to react.

By the time he realized a fireball was in front of him, it exploded.

Kye died immediately. His body was charred black.

Although Kye was a mage, his body was weak. Different from constitution mages, he was the more mainstream version.

A collector mage.

These mages gathered mana from outside their bodies, only limited by the power of their mind.

While they could cast powerful spells, their bodies were no different from the average person. As such, Kye died without being able to resist.

The guards panicked.

"What is this?"

"The chief is dead!"