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Martial Artists, Heroes, Magicians, Divine Species, & Insane Truck-Kun

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

The_Fake_God · 奇幻
分數不夠
280 Chs

Energy Circulation

With the 'push' from his mouth, nothing happened except a hot feeling that was making its way out of Iwan's crack.

"What the fuck? Did I just fart?" Iwan was astonished by his own fart. He had focused too much on his core and the internal energy that he carried.

After the astonishment passed, Iwan turned his head around swiftly. He wanted to be sure that no one had caught him leaking. Seeing that no one was here except him, just like before, Iwan relaxed.

Calming down and going about the flow of his internal energy in a comforting manner, Iwan took a deep breath.

"Let's try again." With an awkward smile on his face, Iwan focused on the sound of his internal energy once more.

"Boom, Boom, Chak, Chak, Chak, Boom. Boom, Chak, Boom, Chak, Chak, Chak, Boom." Hearing the slow but ever-changing sound of his internal energy that was still faint, Iwan knew that he was ready to let it flow.