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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasia
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372 Chs

A Warning, of Sorts

The giant reformed being's head was several times larger than Apollo, and so was the gaping void when it opened its jaws.

Several sets of teeth lined its mouth, like a shark's.

The giant reformed being's neck extended out and twisted as though it was a sentient plant that could forcefully grow itself.

It did not even take a second for the giant reformed being's jaws to appear in front of Apollo.

Yet, it was still too slow.

Apollo's bokken flashed.

The giant reformed being was decapitated. Its head shot up into the air along with some black blood.

But that didn't mean it was powerless.

The giant reformed being opened its jaws even wider, while one of the sets of teeth began to wriggle.

Then, a mass of black flesh with teeth burst out. It resembled a giant worm with a set of teeth.

By the time it was a few meters away, Apollo swung his bokken and pressed his thumb against the hilt.