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Martial Artists, Heroes, Magicians, Divine Species, & Insane Truck-Kun

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

The_Fake_God · Fantasia
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280 Chs

Collecting Needles II

Iwan squinted his eyes and stared at the bag as the old demon appeared behind it. Both were in mid-air, and at the moment, the old demon pulled back his fist before launching it at the bag.

"Slow." Iwan, who the same old demon had already hit three times, knew that the old demon was holding most of his strength back. That was how slow his fist moved. 

Two breaths later, the fist of the old demon landed on the bag, and the bag exploded.

*Boom*

The needles were catapulted at different angles by the power of the old demons' explosive fist. Some fell near Iwan, and some were even reaching the far end of the grassland. Most needles had landed in between, that is, neither too far from Iwan nor too close to him.