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Last Hero

Tác giả: MD5_Mobe
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What is Last Hero

Đọc tiểu thuyết Last Hero của tác giả MD5_Mobe được xuất bản trên WebNovel.TJ has long been working on his video game project titled, Last Hero. After a long night or programming an old disc he tests out ends up frying his computer. After a wicked power surge the fried compu...

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TJ has long been working on his video game project titled, Last Hero. After a long night or programming an old disc he tests out ends up frying his computer. After a wicked power surge the fried computer comes back to life and drags TJ into the very world he had been trying to finish for years. He must now fight alongside and against the very characters he created as well as characters he had no hand in making. Can the young scrawny boy rise and become the hero of his own tale?

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The World Is our (Mine!)

My name is Rhemil Rhoa, and I was once a Knight of the Order of Iron. As I am confine within these walls of stone, awaiting my execution, I will recounted my story to you, O the stranger in the dark. Our disastrous defeat has greatly changed the order. Our illusions of obligation and honor, of grandeur and glory, of wealthy and pillage ,which we held ourselves to before, have entirely disappeared. Lord Eisen has given into apathy and refuses to see anyone, his sons, all of them have died in the siege. The officers rounded up the remaining dregs of our order and relocated us under the ruins of the fortress. It's a dismal, depressing place, but it's better than staying the forests among the corpses of our men. No one wanted to join the fight anymore, after all, one can only do so much against such overwhelming strength. The Auturo Kingdom has ordered the execution' of anyone that dare to enact desertion. And that means the inquisition's dungeon, torture, and death in the cleansing flames is all that awaits us back home should we had not died..... Dark, black, hungering crows no longer appear in our camp above. In their stead has appeared a most shining warriors high above our heads. They are mighty and like gods, are not afraid to use force against anyone standing in their way.....it was.....a mistake for the likes of us mortal to dare peek unto the domain of The Gods.....May the Holy Spirit save our soul..... —————-——————————————- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. That being said, this work is a compilation of various (dead) works whose author is either dead, unknown-unable to contacts, or simply being put up on craigslist in the rant section.

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