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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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Clipped Wings II

Olivia was confused when she got up, her body was a little sore, more so in some other places, but she was not without strength. In fact, she felt refreshed compared to the couple of years she spent inside the Ruins, 'What… happened? Yesterday, I was tracking the Void Specimen, and then I crashed into someone… and then, everything went dark… oh no.

Being smart, Olivia figured things out even before she noticed she was naked in bed. She looked at herself, felt the empty bed next to her and then fell into a deep sense of melancholy, "What have I done?"

Seven years, she had been able to keep herself. Seven years she did not kill anyone, yet meeting a man was enough to unleash what she tried so hard to suppress. Olivia walked over to windows using nothing but a blanket to cover her body. She put her hands together, "Whoever you were may your soul pass on to the afterlife in peace. May your soul be guided to your God and be spared from the grasps of Devils and the Pits of the Forgott-."