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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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Apollo's original ambitions to find and kill Willow disappeared like a puff of smoke. The current state of his body was just too horrible.

In fact, Apollo almost lost consciousness several times. However, he forced himself to stay awake.

Unfortunately, there was nothing Apollo could do, though he was conscious.

But that didn't mean he was giving up.

Apollo gathered his strength before trying to sit up.

He let out a faint grunt.

...But hardly even got up by a few centimeters.

Apollo continued struggling, not even considering how he was supposed to remain standing if he did get up.

Exerting himself like this was quite painful, almost like needles were snaking through his veins instead of blood.

Apollo was in a snowy plain, with only the occasional tree in the distance. In other words, there was nothing for him to eat.

He continued to try and push himself up.

Maybe... there would be a wolf? Or even an eagle?