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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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"Who wants to survive?"

Dilan's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear him, however, it lacked the empathy one would expect to hear when asked such a question.

For several seconds the survivors were unable to say anything. They had hoped that Dilan would become their savior but in the end, they didn't dare to believe that their prayers had finally been answered.

Thus, nobody dared to lift their hand, let alone open their mouths to say something.

Dilan didn't think that none of the present survivors wanted to say something. Yet, upon seeing the fear and uncertainty in their eyes, he merely nodded his head.

'Looks like I'm scarier than presumed…well, maybe, they're just conflicted?'

He could tell that everyone in the underground shelter wanted to stay alive. His question had been a rhetorical one that didn't need to be answered, in the first place.

But Dilan still wanted to hear some sort of answer, receive some kind of response.