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The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · แฟนตาซี
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Mother is here

A large crowd gathered at the gate leading out of the rebuilt district of the ruin.

Shouts and cries rang in the air. People threatened, cursed, or begged the guards standing on top of the gate. 

Yet, nothing happened. The gates remained shut. Some of the braver ones stormed the stairs to overthrow the guards. But before they reached the upper steps, they were riddled with injuries. 

After a while, the corpses piled up, blocking others from reaching the guards. The sight of the pile of corpses also served as deterrence to others. Fewer people dared to climb to their deaths. 

Out of nowhere, a loud explosion deafened the noise of the crowd. Shocked, the people eyed the sky.

It was still night but it wasn't dark. The sky was lit with a multitude of colors. The black of the night turned into explosive colors.