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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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276 Chs

The youngest

[AN: With the help of [Divine_Univers]'s review, I believe my writing will change and get better by a bit, as I'm hoping to simplify things that are better off that way, and except for the one he has already voiced, if there are other things you guys want to see me improve in my writing, do post a review]

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Loud cheers, murmurs, commentary, and music blared at the exact opposite side of the [Dreams Academy]'s entry gates, where a large ring shaped coliseum like structure stood, now filled by people who had purchased [Ticket]s for a silver each, but the seats were on the first come first served basis.

While the VIP and VVIP chambers cost in Golds that had been 'donated' to make the event happen.