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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.

HideousGrain · 武侠
分數不夠
751 Chs

Arrival

"Is that deep enough?" Dilan asked as he looked up to Sven, who observed the huge pit with a complex expression.

"It will be fine. We need more traps than one. Let's not waste too much time digging the pits," Sven answered after a few seconds. He motioned his hand and Dilan jumped out of the twenty-meter-deep hole with ease.

He cleaned his blue-scaled gloves while ensuring that none of his new pieces of equipment made the wearer uncomfortable. It would be annoying if they would feel uncomfortable when battling. Dilan wanted to avoid the distraction if possible.

"Let's move on, we don't have much time," Pierre suddenly appeared near them, wearing several new pieces of equipment, while he was holding several crimson-colored pipes with a pointy end.

Old Jeff walked next to Pierre, surveying him and the equipment with squinted eyes. He held his hands behind his back, which made it seem like he was an old lord, who was observing the work of his subjects.