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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

Two In One

Eden furrowed her brows.

"Other you? What are you talking about?"

Apollo giggled.

"There's another version of me. Right now, he's sleeping."

Eden blinked a few times, clearly confused.

"What do you mean?"

Apollo pressed his lips together.

"Ummm. He always tries to find a way to make it stop hurting, even though he shouldn't be."

Eden tilted her head to the side.

"What about Ivy? Didn't she make it hurt less?"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.

"Em. I don't really see it that way, but he does. For me, it's someone that makes me happy, not something that makes it hurt less."

Eden paused before sitting down.

"So is this person your brother? Is he still in heaven?"

Apollo raised an eyebrow.

"Eh? What are you talking about?"

Eden was at a loss for words.

"Is he not your brother?"

Apollo laughed.

"Of course not, silly! It's another me!"

Eden's jaw dropped slightly.