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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

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Fighting Weavers

The weavers were flashing in and out of his vision.

He had transitioned partway into the third layer.

He did not remember eating any fruits of light, but now wasn't the time to question the specifics of the situation.

The weavers spat out dark green venom, surrounding him on all sides.

The muscles in Apollo's arms and legs tightened.

He spun in a circle, leaving two big divots with his feet.

Apollo's bokken twirled.

A large gale of wind rose, blowing back the venom coming for him.

So, how did Apollo get into this situation?

Well, after collecting the three eagle berries, he found another eagle berry bush nearby.

This one had a whopping four eagle berries. As such, he enthusiastically ran over to it.

If he could just collect them, his grand total would reach nine!

Nothing stopped Apollo from grabbing the four eagle berries. However, right after, he was encircled by four weavers.