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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

HideousGrain · Seni bela diri
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751 Chs

Living Hell

In less than 20 minutes, the massacre caused by Dilan had painted the entire street red.

Small streams of blood flowed down the street but Dilan's eyes looked at all of this with an odd sense of detachment that unnerved him.

'Am I still human?' That was the only question that flashed through his mind.

He was actually not sure why he didn't feel remorse after killing several hundred monsters. It was only fortunate that he didn't feel excited with all the blood around him.

Nonetheless, it was not as if he was disgusted either. Blood had become a constant companion to Dilan.

Usually, one would feel weird at the sight of hundreds of liters of blood but Dilan had collected the Essence crystals of all monsters while merely ensuring to not slip on the ground as if it was muddy water and not corpses he walked over.

His backpack was overflowing with his spoils of war, while his surrounding looked worse than the most terrifying Chamber of Torture.