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The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Fifty years ago, the oxygen in the atmosphere changed, giving rise to a new form of air known as Spiritual Qi. Humans, plants, and animals alike suddenly awakened latent mutant genes and began evolving, gaining Superpowered Talents and Classes. Life took a new turn, and humanity had to adapt. Everything seemed to be going well until, fifty years later, a 16-year-old boy named Klaus awakened a terrifying Talent and Class. His awakening marked the beginning of a new era in human evolution. Unbeknownst to everyone, Klaus, who was shunned by society and dropped out of school to work for a better life for himself and his mother, was actually the last of the Nine Paragons—a being so powerful that even the heavens feared him. Watch as Klaus climbs the ladder of strength, pursuing absolute power with a single purpose: to protect and make his mother happy. ==================== 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapters 100 Power Stones = 2 Bonus Chapters 200 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters 500 Power Stones = 4 Bonus Chapters

Pen_Drop · Fantasia
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94 Chs

Sweeping Her Off Her Feet

The music intensified, and Klaus decided to push a little further. He lifted her slightly off the ground for a brief moment before setting her back down with grace. Lucy gasped softly, but she quickly recovered, her smile growing wider.

She looked up at him. "I didn't know you could dance like this," she said, her voice breathless but filled with admiration and something else.

Klaus chuckled, his grip on her waist tightening just a little as they moved together. "Neither did I," he admitted, his voice low. "But I'm glad it's working out."

It really is working out just fine, or perhaps, a little too fine. The fluidity of their movement was in sync making the moment just too right and lovely. However, while he was enjoying the dance, Lucy's mind was somewhere else.

'Isn't he holding my waist a little too much' She wondered, 'It feels nice though...Lucy what are you thinking, just focus on the dance' Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.