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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

The Head of the Mountain (Part 2)

"Okay. I hear you, but it looks like it's going to be another defeat." Wain nodded, grabbed his sword tightly, and headed toward the Knight, who, with a calm look, was waiting for him.

"This will be good for you." Gladius said.

"What?" Wain frowned, "You definitely like seeing me get beaten by some living armor!"

"Hahaha, yeah, I can't deny it. So what?" Gladius uttered in a joking manner, "You're strong, so I'm sure you always win, don't you? Can you remember your last defeat?"

Wain paused. Gladius' question made him think. He had been through many dangerous battles, but he had always won in the end.

'Maybe that time at Sven's bar?' Wain muttered inwardly as he touched his chin, 'No... That can't even be called a battle. Sven just crushed her, and I didn't even know what happened. Damn... Have I really never really lost?