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Black String of Fate

"Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?" Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived. 'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on. Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first! Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.' As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world. ************** Discord Server (fixed): https://discord.gg/rZhT6zdp2f Author is on a break, exams are coming soon. The placeholder chapters are being updated, so you will not be notified if you add to library, since it's technically not a new chapter. ...Plus working on a new book that'll be released next year

Audatic · ファンタジー
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The clash of steel against steel echoed through the cavern, each strike sending shockwaves through the air. Xavier's heart raced as he swung Anathema at the armored figure, the dark energy from the blade crackling with every movement. The figure, towering and clad in black armor that seemed forged from shadows themselves, moved with terrifying speed and precision. Every swing of its sword was a deadly arc of power that Xavier barely managed to block or deflect.

Sweat dripped down his brow, mixing with the cold air as he fought to keep up. The sheer force behind the armored figure's attacks was overwhelming, and for the first time, Xavier felt the weight of true despair creeping into his bones. This wasn't just another fight—this was a battle for his soul, a contest against the very darkness that had plagued him since he first wielded Anathema.