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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

Jad_Eres · Fantasia
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#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#MAGIC
#COMEDY
#OVERPOWERED
#TRANSMIGRATION

Synergy II

Streaks of purple lightning flashed as Isaac flapped his wings and weaved through the Forest at great speeds.

"You're mine!"

"Isaac, look out!"

A purple skin young man holding a polearm appeared from Isaac's right side. He was wearing similar clothes with the young man he just eliminated from the Tournament. They looked the same as well, Race-wise of course.

The young man was wreathed in lightning, especially his feet. He moved fast, so fast that he could match Isaac in his fastest form.

The young man swung the polearm at Isaac.

'I can't maneuver. Valentine who is on my back will be hit or be thrown off. With the speed these pursuers of mine are doing, they will catch her and eliminate her or at worst kill her.'

It was fast as a bolt of lightning and Isaac reacted by abruptly halving his speed by flapping his wings backward. Isaac stopped and stood face to face with the polearm a meter away from him. A split second would all it takes for it to hit his skin and break a bone.