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Nameless King

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Arlemit · Fantasia
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1149 Chs

Ice Gust

Wain was puzzled. This had never happened before, for he was not even aware of the existence inside his Soul Altar, a mysterious dark castle.

'What is that...?' Wain thought to himself, trying to figure out whose voice it was.

...

"Hey, why does it have to be you! He was going to use my power!" Exclaimed a silhouette in a red nobleman's coat and a white mask covering his face.

"Shut up... don't bother me... dressed up clown..." Cursed Swordsman rudely replied.

"You! You look more like a homeless man than a swordsman! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"Huh, isn't it obvious?" Said the figure with the dense blindfold over his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"When the crack in the platform got a little bigger, now maybe we have a chance to deliver our wishes, so better not get in his way." Said Blind Sorcerer.