Andrew Thomas
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As soon as Astrion came to that conclusion, his expression immediately darkened. He muttered with a cold determination, "Fine, I'll show you your place," his anger shimmering. The very air surrounding Astrion seemed to respond to his words. In an instant, his form wrapped and distorted and he vanished. His reappearance was as swift as his disappearance, materializing 20 meters away from Atticus, his voice carrying an icy edge as he invoked, "Gravity Control." The air within a staggering radius…
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The instant Atticus's fingers touched the hilt of his katana; Astrion immediately felt danger. It was a feeling he had never felt before in his life, the kind of feeling that baffled him to his core. He had faced numerous Expert ranks, especially those who considered themselves geniuses in the human domain, and even then, he had never felt this way before. But now he was feeling this way for a child? Astrion immediately dismissed that absurd thought from his head. It was impossible! In response,…
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Upon hearing Atticus's cold words, Astrion and Vorlock reacted differently, their expressions shifting accordingly. Vorlock's initial look of confusion gradually transformed into an unsettling grin, and he couldn't help but chuckle, a raspy sound escaping his lips. He found it almost absurd that a mere 10 year old would dare to threaten him. "A 10 year old brat is threatening me?" he mumbled, shaking his head as if in disbelief. The audacity of this child was something he couldn't quite wrap his head…
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In the heart of the dense forest, a series of repetitive thuds reverberated through the air, each impact echoing with a sinister promise. A woman stood amidst the foliage, her face twisted into a frightening grin. In each of her hands, she held the heads of two young girls. Their once distinctive features now lost beneath a veil of unimaginable violence. Their pristine Snow White hair had been reduced to a ghastly tableau of crimson, their frail forms contorted beyond recognition, and their hands…
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Atticus stood, facing Cedric in the middle of the pristine white room. Cedric examined him and said with a smile, "Looks like you're ready." In response, Atticus gave him a resolute look. Cedric recognized the determination in Atticus's gaze, and his smile widened. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for how far Atticus had come. However, Cedric knew he needed to offer a dose of reality. "Regardless of how powerful you've gotten," he began, "From what you told me, those people outside are…
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A/N: Goals - 100 power stones- 1 extra chapter. 200PS for 2 extra chapters ** Atticus snapped back to consciousness, his first instinct being to quickly check his limbs one by one, in rapid succession, reassuring himself that they remained intact. A wave of relief washed over him as he confirmed that his hands and legs were indeed intact. He couldn't help but let out an audible exhale. However, the sound of a chuckle from the side drew his attention, and when he turned, he saw Cedric…
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Atticus gazed at Cedric, his attention fixed on every word coming from the elder's mouth. Cedric continued speaking, "Although it wasn't the sole reason, 90% of us perished while attempting to cross the boundary between Grandmaster and Paragon. The remaining few met their end due to various other causes." Atticus furrowed his brow, his voice tinged with suppressed anger, "So does this mean there has never been a Paragon rank wielder of the life weapon before?" Cedric affirmed with a nod, "Correct,…
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Darkness. That was all Atticus could see. He couldn't feel his hands or legs; he couldn't feel anything. 'Am I dead?' Atticus thought. 'How can I think then?' 'It's different from the last time I died,' Atticus couldn't help but notice the difference between the last time he died and now. The last time was swift; he had just been shot, died, and opened his eyes immediately, finding himself as a baby. There was no in-between. 'No, I'm not dead.' As Atticus was trying to figure out what was…
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On the earthen platform, Atticus's cold voice sounded, "If you want him to lead you, here's your chance." Atticus truly had no patience for nonsense. He was straining himself trying to get everyone to safety, and there they were, arguing about something extremely useless. What was even more annoying was the noise they were all making while they were trying to escape with their lives! Every single one of the trainees became eerily quiet. It was as if something horrible would happen if they made a…
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Every single one of their expressions shifted. 'Master rank!' They all thought in their heads. They immediately knew that whatever they planned or did would be futile in front of this overwhelming strength. A middle-aged man of commanding presence landed in front of the trainees. He donned a black robe that seemed to absorb all the light around him, giving him an aura of mysterious authority. His piercing gaze spoke of years of experience and wisdom in the ways of the world, and his aura exuded an…
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