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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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Wake Up!

Hex was hovering in the air, but intermittently dropped. He was losing consciousness, unable to maintain his flight.

Hex's shadow, Blackie, retracted from his body. His purple horns shrunk until they disappeared while his purple hoodie rapidly became blue. Hex's shadowy face dissipated, revealing his dark green hair and bright purple eyes.

Hex could hardly keep his eyes open. He blinked a few times, trying to wake himself up. However, his eyelids continued to fall, until he fell asleep entirely.

Hex's body fell from the air, with nothing to support it.

As for Apollo, Willow, and Layla, they were still shaken up from fear. Their minds had not yet recovered fully to process their actual situation.

Hex was falling from nearly forty meters above the ground. He would definitely get hurt from a fall this high, and even his own survival was questionable.