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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?

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276 Chs

Class-S

Edwin De Youngee made acquaintances with Alfred Winter and the rest of members in the classroom quite easily, thanks to both of his lives memories that he seemed pleasant to convers with, without much arrogance or indifference.

After he was done, his gaze landed on the black-haired man laying on the desk with his arms crossed.

He walked towards him, hoping to get acquaintance with an unique and unknown character that hadn't arrived in the game [Last Life], not even once.

'Of course, I should stop comparing, as this world is only related to the game, and not the game itself.' He muttered inwardly.

"Young master Youngee, you are better off not approaching that monster with the intention of making friends with him." Said Alfred from behind as he gazed at Edwin walking towards Marken.

'Monster?' Young master Youngee wondered, questioningly.