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Rogue's Ascendance

Betrayed, cast aside, played for a fool and finally cursed. He wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days grieving but it seems fate has other plans. He was cursed to be nothing more than a stepping stone, a clown, an antagonist. Done with the pain he finally stands up and decides to do something, to become more than what he is supposed to be. What does he do... Toy with the heroes? Grow stronger? Recruit the other villains? Defy the ones who cursed him? Answer: All of the above. Follow the tales of Azel the one who messes with destiny and gives fate the middle finger.

Xand3r · ファンタジー
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30 Chs

Great changes<1>

Drakonov residence.

Bam!!

Azel was embedded into the wall after being kicked by a training bot.

He crawled out of the man-sized crater with a morbid expression of pain.

Azel groaned: "Shit, my back."

Azel leaned against the wall and cancelled training mode.

'Still not enough.'

[Upgrade complete.... Reboot in 5..4.... 3... 2.. 1]

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West hall of the Drakonov residence.

Dmitri's office.

*sigh*

Dmitri leaned back against the black leathered chair and pinched his brows.

"Celestial's? To what end?"

Dmitri thought out loud whilst fiddling with a letter with embroidered golden rims and a dark go seal with the emblem of a palm with an eye at the center.

"Sebastian."

Dmitri called out in the empty room.

Following a couple of low knocks, the door was opened and a man with grey hair, serious-looking monocle eyes, wearing a suit with a crest on it, walked in.

"You called Krysha."

"Show me the result of Axel's training before his awakening."

Sebastian nodded and brought forth what seemed to be a tablet and played footage with the date:

11 Juve 1884.

The record showed Azel training with a level zero bot.

Azel can be seen dodging and moving methodically he puts a lot of thought into his movements.

He was following a strict and predictable set of movements.

"Mm."

Dmitri creased his brows a bit.

Show me the recent one.

Sebastian took back the tablet and played a different footage, date:

10th Dixember 1888.

This time Axel was going toe to toe with 4 level 8 training bots.

His movements this time were fluid with a hint of clumsiness.

The way Axel was moved was with efficiency finding the best and fastest way to destroy the bots while causing minimal damage to the bots.

Dmitri watched the footage with maximum interest making a full analysis of the changes his son made comparing the old footage with the new one.

After replaying the footage and watching other training footage Dmitri once again leaned back on the chair.

"Sebastian what Axel's mana gauge and rank? "

Dmitri inquired of him.

Speaking right off the bat Sebastian answered: " Dmitrix and E rank but I believe it should be far higher than that."

Hearing Sebastian's words Dmitri couldn't but tilt his head.

"Oh and why is that."

Sebastian carefully settled down the tab to better explain himself.

"According to Godspodin Azel and other critics, he was stuck in a spawn realm a place with monsters of different mana gauge and rank, and yet he survived, there is no way the Gospodin would have survived four years in there without killing.

Sure the first few years might have been hard but he would have killed at least thousands of beasts."

Sebastian took a short pause.

"Another thing we can use to confirm this is the rapid increase in his mana gauge after just 3 weeks of awakening, meaning all the experia he had when he killed those being his just being used. And finally, the Gospodin is blind and yet he is ta-"

Sebastian stopped talking after noticing the changes on his master's face when he said those words.

"His blindness is what worries me."

Dmitri muttered in a grave voice.

Seeing the melancholic aura covering his Krysha, Sebastian decided to take his leave.

"Krysha, some things we can change and some things we can't the only thing we can do is adapt and hopefully with Celestials on our side make it through."

*Click

Sebastian closed the door after offering wise words of encouragement.

The words Sebastian said echoed in Dmitri's mind and he picked up the letter with a profound look on his face.

'I really hope it's not you, my dear child.'

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Far North

Kingdom: Saxon.

In the beautiful kingdom of Saxon, home of luxurious and the most great family.

Saxon is a kingdom ever forward in their magi-tech advancement.

We move our location to a port city in that kingdom Sails, a city known for its massive array of ships and foreign goods.

In an inconspicuous part of the port, a sleek blue ship mirroring the colour of the ocean can be seen docked.

In the dimly lit ship, a man clad in a black hood uttered,

"It has happened."

"Are you sure?"

Questioned another figure draped in a black robe.

Pausing, the man in the hood scanned the surroundings before stepping closer to the robed individual, whispering inaudible words into his ear.

"I see," acknowledged the robed man with a subtle nod.

The other man nodded.

"So now we just have to"

*Splurt

The man in the black hood clutched his throat desperately, attempting to stem the flow of blood.

Gurgling sounds filled the air as he slowly choked on his blood.

The blood slowly covered the man's clothes and his eyes lost any and all trace of life

The figure in the black robe rose, callously kicking the gasping man away.

Swiftly searching his attire, he unearthed a long red box adorned with delicate white flower patterns.

"Finally,"

He murmured as he concealed the box within his robe, then confidently strode out of the room.

Summoning a nearby worker, he handed over a substantial wad of cash with a sinister grin.

"You know what to do," he instructed.

The worker nodded obediently and swiftly exited his presence.

With a swift whoosh, the mysterious figure in the black robe blurred into view a few throne stones away from the ship; he was gone like the wind.

Making a sharp turn into a dark alley, he tapped the device in his ear.

"Do you have the box?" a nervous voice inquired on the other end.

"I do," the man replied calmly.

A sigh of relief resonated through the earpiece.

"Good job, Q. You may return."

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[So tell me Azel what did I miss?]