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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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Taunt

"Go away, you filthy bum!"

The constables of Athos were merciless towards the homeless, who loitered around the city, especially during the day. The authorities believed that they gave the city a poor image in the eyes of tourists and businessmen.

The man whom the constable had just chased away truly fit the part. His clothes were torn and disheveled, and he emitted a strong odor as if he hadn't showered for days, which was partly true.

Damon hadn't had the chance to shower, having traveled from the mountain to the city. The journey had been uneventful, with no wild beast attacks or encounters with bandits.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, Damon had experienced genuine happiness when he realized that he could understand and speak the local language. The missing memories of his transmigrated body seemed to have no impact on its daily life habits.