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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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Kneel Before Dragons

There was a saying that circulated among intelligent creatures, despite the little information that went from empire to city, and city to village.

'Kneel under the presence of a dragon.'

Most people have never seen such a mythical creature. In fact, there are some that simply believe dragons are things of legends. However, they were very real. They were widely known for the pressure their very existence created.

As such, there were people that tried to replicate this pressure. In the majority of circumstances, these people would either be of high status and could afford such research, or were intelligent enough to do research on their own.

The attempts were numerous, but the number of failures was nearly equal. Despite the ability many possessed, hardly anyone could replicate the mythical pressure emitted from a dragon.

...But those that succeeded, created something terrifying.