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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

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Dangerous

Clang!

Isaac's hold on Durandal loosened as his knees failed to support his weight. He was out of breath, his muscles were spasming and his heart tightening.

'It hurts… dammit… it feels like my body is being ripped apart!' Isaac groaned and moaned on the ground, writhing in pain.

Blood escaped from his mouth, eyes, nose and ears like a leaking faucet. He was losing so much blood that it was a wonder he was even alive, or where they were coming from.

'My regeneration had already stopped working. My stamina cannot supply me… my mana is drained… but I cannot even begin to gather the energy to start replenishing it.' Isaac was trying his best to catch his breath, trying to stay awake and escape the grasp of the reaper's scythe.

"Durandal… I see, so you're the one who took the sword of Legend?" A raspy voice came from the fire that was beginning to flicker into nothingness.