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RED: Swordsman in the Apocalypse

In a post-apocalyptic Earth, devastated by an invasion of Elder Gods through Dimensional Rifts seventy years ago, humanity is on the brink of extinction. The invasion caused massive land shifts, destroying continents and contaminating the atmosphere with radiation and pestilence. Survivors now live in domed cities called Fortresses, protected from the horrors outside. To fight back, humans developed the Knight Program, harnessing a mysterious energy source that emerged during the First Invasion. This program produces super-powered soldiers, known as Knights, who are humanity's last hope against the Elder Gods. *** .Enter Huey Blade, the last heir of a ruined sword family and a returnee swordsman in a post-apocalyptic Earth. Insensitive, narcissistic, and possibly sociopathic, Huey was transmigrated to a world of Red and Decay, struggling every second to survive. After decades, Huey finally returns home, only to find Earth devastated and his family long gone. Now, as a not-so-human swordsman, he must navigate this fallen world, as a Swordsman in the apocalypse, and humanity's public enemy number two! ... "What?! No call of duty?!" ... Other name: Returnee Swordsman in the Apocalypse ––STONE GOALS–– 50 Golden Tickets = One extra chapter 100 power stones = One Extra Chapter 100 Golden Tickets = Two Extra Chapters 200 power stones = Two Extra Chapters ––STONE GOALS–– NOTE, 50 Golden tickets are also equivalent to 100 powerstones. but if there's 50 tickets, and 100 powerstones at the same time, then there'll be two extra chapters regardless to keep up with the goal. So for every 50 tickets or 100 powerstones, there'll be one extra chapter. For now. this may be revised later in the future as things progress.

DBM_Novelist_ · 都市
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151 Chs

Chapter 124: To be Worthy

-Clak! -Clak! -Clak!!

"Haa... Haa... Haaa"

The resounding clash of wood against wood echoed repeatedly, followed by the loud heaving of heavy breaths and deep gasps.

A young Huey raised a worn and torn wooden sword stubbornly in his wounded hands. His fingers were torn and blistered, but still strongly wrapped around the wooden handle. His red eyes were fiercely focused as he stared at the robust tree before him.

Droves of sweat was beading from his dirty face, and his eyebrows were thinly furrowed.

Huey's eyes were stubbornly focused.

The large tree looming before him had signs of gashes and grroves from repeatedly clashing his wooden sword against its back.

Once again, underneath the sunset of that evening, Huey lowered his stance, shifted his feet apart only slightly, and raised his sword at the tree again.

One more time, he recited inwardly, and unleashed a furry of swings in resolute succession.