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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

Dead but alive, or Alive but dead?

Dilan actually started to doubt if he could survive getting squashed by the ginormous meteorite. His life was on the line and the pain he was going through right now was nothing short of being sent to hell.

Getting whipped by his father to the point that he nearly died on numerous occasions, ending up punctured by an old tree in a ravine in the mountains, or nearly dying while facing the War Krendel was not even close to the pain he was feeling right now.

All the things that had happened to him had been painful. That was out of question but right now his body was melting as he was being thrust deeper and deeper into the ground.

Soil, stones, and various other things poked into his back, piercing through his threadbare clothes and flesh before they were either pushed aside, disintegrated, or molten. This made matters worse for Dilan and he ended up getting more and more injured.

His condition was bad, to the extent that he began questioning everything.