WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating
But Asher didn't move. He stood perfectly still, his hands in his pockets as the blade came hurtling toward him. At the last possible moment, he stepped aside, the axe missing him by inches and slamming into the ground.
The man growled and swung again, faster this time. Asher sidestepped effortlessly, his movements precise and calculated.
"Is that all?" Asher asked, his tone almost bored.
The man roared in frustration, pouring more mana into his weapon. The axe began to glow brighter, radiating an intense heat. He swung once more, this time unleashing a wave of fiery energy toward Asher.
This time, Asher moved. In a blur of motion, he was behind his opponent before the fire even reached him.
"Too slow," Asher said, his voice low. He raised his hand, and his blood-red scythe materialized out of thin air. In one fluid motion, he swung the weapon, stopping just short of the man's neck.