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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · สมจริง
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[Underground Labyrinth] (3) [R-18]

A few hours later.

In an underground lair-like structured settlement that was named to be an [Underground Labyrinth] was located.

It was literally a dream-like underground city that was bustling with activities! The underground lair sold almost everything one could ask for, doesn't matter whether it was legal or illegal! Everything in the underground lair could be bought. Yes, "BOUGHT!"

Including the branch's top authority! Which was the "Boss's" position.

Among many branches of the illegal organisation called the [Underground Labyrinth], the branch in the capital was called [The Silverforge Haunt]. Its Boss being Cooper. He was a brutish man with wine red hair and dull brown eyes with rough facial features. He had a thin scar on his neck, right below his Adam's apple, and in the middle of his right brow; his buff-like body would easy give quite a scare to those around him, but his subtly intimidating aura amplified his rouge-like aura, scaring then completely.

Though not much scars marred his rough face, giving him a inwardly softy type of feeling, but he could be as ruthless as one could imagine. And if looked closely, you could see the tens of scars marring his arms; of course, not many would dare to underestimate him if they saw the scar on his wide and long neck, as it could easily show how recklessly he could fight if required.

Sitting on the throne, that was adorned in the room that was quite similar but smaller version of a King's audience room, menacingly, Cooper licked his lips in anticipation and lustrous excitement.

That was the day he was going to taste the girl whom he watched grow up into a beauty! 'Who would have thought!!!!' Cooper muttered in his mind as he felt his sexual urge soar!

"Hertha....." He mumbled under his breath as his hand made its way towards his already hard member. In his mind ran the images of the disdainful expression on Hertha's beautiful face, arousing him even more.

'..... You don't know how much that expression of your excites me!~' He mumbled inwardly.

Today he had sent her with a few other disposable members of the Haunt, fully knowing that the rate of the mission being a failure was more than 75%! Of course, there was a chance that she or the whole team might succeed with a stroke of luck, but it didn't matter!

Even if she succeeded, it was only a matter of time before he could taste her!

"If only..... haaa, I had known you would turn into such a beautiful woman.....one day, I would haaa, have never agreed to that troublesome contract! Oh.... how much I regret it....." He mumbled under his breath while stroking his member up and down, he glanced at his right where another door was present, grabbed whatever was in reach and threw it at the door.

BANG-!

With a subtle yelp from the other side of the door which opened with a creak, a woman in rags that barely covered her body walked out while a metal collared shackle hung around her neck. Her hair was dishevelled and covered in dirt, hiding their colour, while her honey brown eyes were dead with no hopes for life.

She walked towards him trembling, knelt and began to serve Cooper, who leaned back and enjoyed himself.

"Hertha~"

BANG-!

The door to the room busted open with a bang, bringing a deep frown onto Cooper's face, but upon noticing you dared to be so imprudent, the frown on his face ceased wholly and was replaced by a lustful smile in a matter of seconds.

Because the name he uttered in a perverse call just now had manifested in front of him physically.

Right outside door stood a beautiful woman he was lamenting about with a rebellious and disdainful expression marring her face.

"Hertha~" He called out with a grunt and pressed down on the head on the woman serving him and spurted in her mouth before pushing her off and walking towards Hertha without minding his unveiled dick that was covered in saliva and jizz.

"Fucking disdainful bastard." Hertha cursed with a loud scoff, putting up a brave front but her legs betrayed her act and took a step back.

"Stay right there, or I won't hesitate to cut off your dick!" She threatened, slightly shuddering and successfully making the grin on Cooper's face widen.

"Oh, i-"

"I have brought the examinees, I'll be having them sent to the arena!" She continued after cutting him off and walked away after spitting at the ground disdainfully.

A few seconds after her departure,

"Whahahahahaha!!!" Cooper busted into an hysterical laughter and buckled up his pants.

"Hey, call all the investors!" He commanded to the man, who was hidden in the darkest corner of the room, while a cruel and ugly grin crept up his face,

"We'll host a slaughter tonight~"