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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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Unknown Dangers

Otis looked up at the stone dragon statue, patiently waiting for a response.

As for the stone dragon statue, it spread its wings wide.

"You..."

It closed its eyes.

"Are..."

Otis looked composed from the outside, but his heart hammered in his chest.

If he inherited the legacy, he would become powerful.

If he became powerful he could get revenge.

If he could get rev-

"NOT WORTHY."

The stone dragon statue roared, letting loose domineering gales of wind.

The winds threw Otis' body across the trial room, smashing him into the wall.

The stone dragon statue reverted to its old resting position, then froze. It was no longer willing to talk with Otis.

As for Otis, he coughed up blood through grit teeth.

He was angry.

Why wasn't he worthy? He clawed his way up through all the tests, just to be told he wasn't enough?

Otis took a step forward, then a pressure forced him onto the floor.

The pressure threatened to annihilate his entire existence.