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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

The Ring's Sucking

On top of the bone-crushing mountain, Iwan was still meditating in the lotus position. 

His lips were continuously moving as if he was cursing someone. 

Someone sitting on the peak of a mountain like this bone-crushing mountain and moving his lips without stopping wasn't a scene that anyone would want to see. Not even in an uncontrollable nightmare. 

But, this image of Iwan wasn't one that showed the World that Iwan was seeing. The place Iwan was in was something that only he had no knowledge of.

Inside that place, Iwan was still observing the blood moon, or the moon of guilt, as Iwan had already named it.

"Breathe in the World, ohhhhh, Breathe out the guilt, hufffff." Iwan said with squinted eyes while all of his focus was on the moon of guilt that had completely compressed.

The moon of guilt that once looked like a full moon hanging in the far-away skies was now static and had been reduced to that of a tennis ball.