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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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Me Too, Mother

A wave of despair seeped into Otis' heart.

Was he really going to die? But... he had just started the trial.

He remembered watching his father die in his own hands. A wave of anger swept aside the despair inside his heart.

"Not yet!"

As the two longswords came down to claim Otis' neck, he suddenly jolted.

His foot pressed hard against the ground, propelling him forward.

He could feel the wind of the strike brush by his clothes, making his heart leap.

Otis frowned.

A few of his toenails cracked. Although he had the willpower to exert himself, his body couldn't keep up.

The skeletons were not discouraged after missing their target. They shifted their stance and attempted to stab Otis.

As for Otis, he gathered mana into his palms. His mind churned rapidly. For the first time in his life, he cast two spells at once.

"Begone!"

His palms shot out towards the longswords.