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Avalon Hell Mode of the Universe

A world where overpowered people gather: Maxed Swordsmanship, Teleportation Ability, an Army consisting of ten thousand undead, Own Dimension, Summoning Monsters and even Meteors — Skills seen as Godly on the outside are nothing but a mere skill here. === [The Young Scholar], [Eyes of the Past and Present], [Greatest Pugilist], [Strongest Weapon Master], [Axe of the Weak], [Executioner of Gods], [Slayer of Myths]: to say the least, Isaac Apollyon had many Monikers. But before all of that name, he was more simply known as — the Strongest. But being too strong meant there was no longer a challenge. So, he left the world behind and stepped into a place called Avalon, a place where the battle hungry fight, and the curious journeys! A world the infinite of cosmos gathers, where the existence of God Slaying Weapons are treated no better than a wood cutter’s axe. [Welcome to Avalon, where the strongest gather.] [This is the Hell Mode of your lives] Laughing, Isaac smiled, "Finally, a new challenge." Witness as the strongest once again take the crown! === A Novel with every conceivable power system meet at a single place. A world where everyone is strong, where power rules, and where the MC kills! You like it? Vote and leave a Review!

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Appraisal III

Inside the Dome of Fire, everyone felt the intensity of the air. However, it was barely about the temperature. No, it was because of the beast that stood in the middle of the Dome of Fire. The Fire Dragon looked down on everyone with a giant smile stuck to her face.

While everyone felt the terrible pressure exuded by a beast that could kill them if she was to sneeze in their direction. Caged inside such a being would incite the instincts of those who had fought hundreds of battles to be on high alert.

Well, except for one.

"What's happening?" It was the human who was being protected by his mysterious sword.

While everyone was feeling the pressure of the Dragon's presence, Isaac remained unperturbed without a change in his expression. He was still nonchalant, casually munching on the rice and some kind of fried meat from time to time.