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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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372 Chs

Protecting... Something?

The corner of Apollo's lip twitched.

He really should've accounted for how reckless Layla was. If she wasn't stopped, her strike would've directly obliterated all the two-horned demons, meaning there would be no gemstones to harvest.

There were ten surviving one-horned demons, but most of them were critically injured. As for the two-horned demons, there were only three, just enough for Apollo to complete his request. And for the three-horned demons, only two remained standing.

Layla gave Apollo a strange look.

"Why did friend push me?"

Apollo sighed.

"I still need the gemstones from the two-horned demons for the request."

Layla tilted her head to the side.

"Eh?... So you want to play with them too?"

Apollo's eyelid twitched.

"...Yeah, basically."

Layla nodded.

"Ok, ok! The rest of them will be for you!"

A small smile rested on her face as she stared at Apollo innocently.