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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
372 Chs

Strange Synergy

Hex's blue eyes and mouth glowed brightly, while his unsettling giggles continued to echo. It was as though he could no longer contain his excitement.

Hex slashed three reformed beings in front of him before sending out a wave of dark green energy that directly exploded a secondary reformed being.

Then, he raised his head to see three giant reformed beings charging towards him.

...There wasn't even a moment of hesitation.

Hex flew up towards the giant reformed beings, fully intent on killing them.

Just a step behind him was Willow.

She had her eyes closed as she twirled and swooped, further mashing the pieces of flesh Hex left behind. It was as though Willow was a professional figure skater that learned how to fly.

After Hex took off, she followed from behind.

A giant reformed being swiped at Hex with its massive claws, but before it could hit, Hex disappeared. He reappeared closer and continued moving forth.