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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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The dark green insects swarmed Apollo, almost like they had become a hurricane. As for Apollo, he was slashing his bokken. It appeared like a blur to the naked eye, proving that it was moving fast.

Unfortunately, it was not fast enough.

The dark green insects continued to bite at Apollo, rending away more and more of his flesh. Although he was healing, it was not enough to replace how much he was losing.

Layla wasn't helping and had no intentions of doing so, meaning Apollo was on his own. His body began releasing large amounts of heat, red scars snaked across his skin, and his muscles tightened to their limits.

Apollo's strikes became faster.

His laughs gradually climbed in volume, while his eyes began to widen.

...But it was not enough.

There were simply far too many bugs. In just a second, hundreds of bugs would die from a few of Apollo's slashes, but a hundred and one would replace them.