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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

The Mysterious Divine Energy

Old Demon was watching a white cloud of smoke rising from Iwan's mouth.

"KhaaaWWWWW" A sound followed the smoke and pushed it with a mysterious force. A force that didn't seem impossible for a snore of a sleeping person to carry.

The old demon raised his hand, glancing between the smoke and Iwan's mouth.

Flames covered his hand. They burned with a golden color that would captivate anyone watching them for the first time.

The old demon pushed his hand forward and struck the cloud of white smoke with his golden flames.

"Ching!" The old demon heard a clashing sound when the golden flames covered the white cloud. The white cloud wasn't just any smoke. Its coldness fought back against the golden flames and actually pushed them away.

If the golden flames were like a hidden dragon, then the silent coldness in the smoke was a crouching tiger.