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Return Of The Strongest Player

WPC July 2023 Winner. When the Demons and Angels of the 99th floor detected a threat to their reign, they teamed up to topple the man who'd placed them in such a situation. The Lord of Sins, a walking calamity of the Heaven's Spire, had put pressure on the transcendents no mortal had ever done. However, before the Lord of Sins could revolt against their reign, the Demons and Angels decided to nip the threat in the bud. Manipulating his clanmates, using other clans, controlling fate... They used all powers available to them in an attempt to halt the advance of the Lord of Sins. Eventually, it worked, and the Lord of Sins fell from grace. But it wasn't a happy ending for the vicious transcendents. "I'll return one day, stronger than ever and as a force even you can't touch! I'll become the Lord of Sins again!" The man returned to the past with a goal in mind. Everything else was just an interference. "Return of The Strongest Player" is a gripping tale of a man's ascendance. His journey back to the pinnacle of strength, the adversities blocking his path, and the comrades he eventually acknowledged. ----------------------- Chapters will be released at 9:30 AM (PST) or 00:30 (GMT +8). The timings will vary during Daylight Savings Time in the western part of the globe. Especially, Canada and the United States of America. Drop a power stone if you liked what you read. Add it your collection to never miss an update. Your gift is my motivation! Enjoy!

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Soul Remnant: Severin Nocturne

His eyes pierced through the darkness. His gaze landed on a throne in the center of a massive hall that seemed to represent that of a King. The hall was lined with dark bricks and seemed to be forged through years of hard work.

The hall was massive and seemed to be able to support thousands of people within it. Arthur's steps reverberated across the hall, echoing several times before fading into the darkness that the space was enveloped by.

'This should be the last trial of the first stage,' thought the crimson-eyed man, utilizing [Mana Sense] to its full potential. His eyes pierced through the shroud of darkness, falling upon the kingly throne.

The throne was lined with corroding gold and a layer of scarlet red fabric. The fabric was tattered and dirtied by black splotches. It fluttered, despite the lack of wind within the throneroom.

Suddenly, Arthur's gaze landed on something that caused shivers to shoot down his spine.

'Is that…'