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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

Races and Cocktail

Wain was amazed at the power that lurked in the Three Wanderer Steps. He hadn't expected that one swing would bring such destruction.

"AHAHAHAHA, this is incredible, but... I have to be careful." Wain muttered, looking at his trembling right hand.

The recoil from that punch was pretty serious. He needed a little practice to master that skill fully. Any great power had a corresponding recoil, and to level the recoil, one had to have a certain mastery.

The Ring of Damned flashed, the platinum sword disappeared, and a blue pack of cigarettes appeared in Wain's hands. 

He lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke a few seconds later. It turned into a pawn and then dissipated.

"Hmm, it's a month until the island will appear, I don't have much time, but all I have to do is find a vehicle. I can afford to spend some time training."

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