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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

Tasty?

Uncomfortable squelching sounds rang out as Apollo and Layla walked through the toxic wasteland. Several of the dark green locust-like bugs scattered when they approached, seemingly afraid.

Apollo took a brief scan of his surroundings, noticing there were countless strange variations of living beings. The ones around him were quite small, perhaps the size of a puppy.

Their features were seemingly random, such as an extra head, or unusually long body part. However, as Apollo walked through, he found several reoccurrences of the same variation. Rather than some genetic mutation, it was more like they had evolved this way.

To survive in a place as barren as this.

Apollo noticed that a few mushrooms were growing around the place and that most of the small creatures were eating them. When he approached, they would flee quickly, making space for him.

A white mushroom with a yellow tint was revealed before him.