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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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Torture

Uric started by slowly peeling away Isaac's resistance to pain. With a whip he lashed at him gently, as though it was but a tap. It left no wound but it was enough to leave a lasting red mark.

The intensity of the whips increased until flesh was rendered with every hit. His face, his chest, his stomach, groin, legs, nothing was spared.

With terrifying precision to butcher a man with a whip.

It was painful, but every time he wanted to scream Isaac could bite his tongue. It was painful, yes, but it stopped him from crying out loud. Soon, he was drenched in cold sweat as well as his blood that burned with every drop.

He should've fainted, but Uric did not allow him such luxuries and even ripped one of his eye lids, "It will heal back, don't worry."

Isaac was losing his breath. He had lost a ton of blood, but through Uric's expertise the sensation had not numbed a little bit. The pain was constant, and it only got worse with time.