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Infallible Oathbreaker

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind. In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

theonionjunktion · 軍事
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These were the books he was told to read in his hospital time by his actual Master. He was instructed to ignore every other book, especially those recommended by "the wench" until he understood these ones inside out. Darius was now thoroughly invested in being a Spiritsmith, as he reckoned it to be the safest path to the peak. The boy's fear of pain in this regard was gone. Compared to absorbing an astral god, any growing pains from training would be easy.

When one enjoys something, it would be easier to get more into it. This applied even more so to Darius, who had the ability to single-mindedly focus on a single task. This naturally didn't need an explanation as to why.

The Praetorius curse was inactive when he was sick or injured beyond a certain level. At least according to his Master, he would be free of the curse temporarily during that duration. But not his hammer.