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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Charm

Standing in the middle of the large emergency room within the palace of the flying island, Dilan couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Rory was not injured anymore. Her wounds had healed shortly before they stepped through the Claimed Gate. Their group returned back to the flying island and everyone was quickly brought to the emergency room.

Rory was questioned a lot, while Dilan was mostly ignored.

Only the 10 Demi Gods and Siegfried knew that Dilan was actually the strongest and that he knew the most about what happened inside the Gate.

As for everyone else, only some members of the Undying Group, including Lara, Marie and Clark could roughly gauge how strong Dilan was.

The others could only see a young, 22-year-old, Ascender. He was at the fourth Tier, wore clean clothes that were torn in some areas, but that was not noteworthy. There was no injury on his body and he was pushed around by the medics, who were mostly Ascenders themselves.