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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.

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Control of a Temple

Upon thinking about the Sun Temple, his expression soured and he began to stare daggers at the Draconic Demon, who had yet to move.

"You do realize that I'm being nice to you by allowing you to retain your freedom, right? The Blood Eclipse Necklace can force you to do my bidding, you know?" Dilan stated as he kept watching the Draconic Demon, who turned around, not without being confused.

"You are really a weird human…just like Kelkas said…" He replied before he let out a mighty roar at the heavens, preventing all the monsters and Scorpionmen from moving.

A sudden fear embraced their hearts and souls as the Draconic Demon began to speak in a different language.

"If your leader isn't standing in front of me in the next 60 seconds, I will kill everyone in this tiny, Basic-grade Temple!!" Dilan gave an ultimatum and some Scorpionmen instantly scurried out like chickens that had seen a butcher coming their way.