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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realista
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276 Chs

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A stereotypical protagonist-looking young man walked upto the arena where a tan skinned beautiful woman stood with a broadsword hunging over her back, gazing at him lazily.

Edwin walked onto the arena confidently, which was a bit over the top even for him, since he knew that he had turned weaker than he was, after regaining the memories of his past life.

"Haa…" A sigh escaped Thistle's lips, making him groan inwardly.

"I am Edwin, I have currently turned weak for reasons unknown, but I wish to learn and get stronger." He said as he bowed his head at the instructor, whom he wanted to learn from.

'If things go well, Thistle also has a chance to become a member of my harem….' He thought inwardly.

"Huh? Eh….ok?"