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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Bone-breaking Hugs

"Unfortunately, I cannot give you the proper answer to quench your curiosity. As for the short answer, it's pretty simple. This little Red Dragon up there has my Soul Imprint on her. That means all the permission to access, and enter, she has received will be given to me as well!" Dilan explained shortly while pointing at the red dot in the sky.

The red dot grew bigger and bigger in size and it was only a matter of seconds, or maybe a minute until they would reach them.

"I don't think that Lord Rory likes to be called little Red Dragon…" Siegfried couldn't help but say before he quieted down. He recalled too many stories about Dilan, and most of them made one thing quite obvious; Dilan never really cared about the opinion others had about him.

"You think so? I'm pretty sure that she likes it," Dilan responded nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on the rapidly growing red dot.