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The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · Fantasia
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Refining the Disaster

"Master Mike won."

Someone in the crowd mumbled. Who? That would remain a mystery for soon many were shouting those words. 

No one cared that the title associated with Mike Northson's name wasn't official. A refiner who could refine for nearly two weeks without a single mistake had to be a Master. No Adept could claim such a feat. 

Hex smiled at the loud cheers. He appeared thankful for them but inwardly he remained calm. Those cheers didn't influence his mood. He knew many of these mouths cheering his victory might have jeered at him thirteen days ago. The jeers didn't shatter his heart and the cheers didn't inflate it. 

He saw Tarquin, Gabriella, and their refiners rush up to him. Elsa never visited. Hex was grateful for that. He didn't like her gaze nor had he forgotten her facial transformation.

"Mike! You are great. Who would have thought you would be so skilled?"