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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.

Disgrace · แฟนตาซี
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Is That All?

Mark narrowed his eyes.

"You really think I will believe 'heaven's forces' are what keeps this island afloat?"

The council member stiffened up.

"That is simply the truth. Whether you believe it or not will not change that fact."

Mark smiled.

"Oh, really?"

He chuckled.

"Then how about I say the fact you are dead is the truth? Whether you believe it or not will not change that fact."

The council member raised an eyebrow.

"But that is just a falsehood. Surely my lifespan is limited, but as of now I am indeed alive."

Mark put a finger on his chin.

"Are you sure?"

The council member nodded with a bit of confusion.

"Of cour-"

Without warning, he exploded into a mass of blood and flesh that sprayed across the ground, almost like something crushed him into that mess. The other two council members stumbled back in fear, while Hare and the guard tensed up.