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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
Classificações insuficientes
1149 Chs

The Second Torch

"What...?" Wain muttered with confused looks while realizing what had just happened.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Without his knowledge, his body began to release a huge amount of gray energy that spread in all directions.

"You couldn't have warned me about this before?! Fuck!" Wain exclaimed, clenched his teeth, and kicked the ground with his foot.

"I tried! I mean... It was too late when I said it, but who knew you'd act so harshly!" Gladius uttered in a muddled voice.

"Ah? What did you expect me to do with those Souls? Pray on them?" Wain shouted in an irritated manner, "Shit! Why is this happening now?! When am I going to start getting lucky?"

Whoooooooosh.

Wain's Soul Temple was undergoing an amazing change. The core of the Second Torch emptied instantly, and the torch lit up. The gray flame was only a small one, as it was still a long way off, but it was enough to make Wain feel a powerful surge of strength.