Christopher Jackson
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Simon wanted to find out if he was worthy of becoming the figure that everyone in the dungeon respected and revered so much. It was his way of not making anyone worried. Irene did not speak any further and silently observed the figure of the demon slowly dive into the pond. A proud man who would silently endure all the rain and storms in the world rather than make his close ones worried. . . At the same time as the battle in the dungeon was reaching its conclusion, the situation in the…-
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Simon smiled, a cruel, satisfied expression on his face. "Now, you belong to me. Your strength, your knowledge, your very existence—everything you are will serve my purpose. Remember, I can feel your thoughts, and control your actions if necessary. Betrayal is not an option." The two kings nodded their heads weakly. They were kings no more, just pawns in the demon's grand scheme. "Good, now organise your clans. From this point on there is much to be done, you guys sure made a mess inside my…
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The air was filled with mixed emotions, the atmosphere heavy with tension and relief. The victory of Simon changed the course of life for the three tribes completely. The dungeon's inhabitants cheered, their voices echoing through the cavernous hallways, celebrating their master's triumph. "Please don't kill me, I surrender" Yverza's voice trembled, his eyes wide with fear as he threw himself to the ground. The powerful Ivory Terraquake Rhino, once a towering symbol of strength and pride, now…
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The demon must have also realised this or perhaps was undaunted or uncaring about this fact, but he was pressing on with his attacks more fiercely. "ARRRGHH!!" Gil-Garna roared in frustration. The limbs that he had regenerated with , were cut off so fast that he was unable to keep up. Finally, after a while, he was even running out of mana. He who could replenish his mana by drawing the natural mystical energy from the surrounding, was losing to someone who had to even reach level 700. One could…
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The ability to wield powers that adapt, evolve, and mutate, creating effects that are both unpredictable and immensely powerful is generally regarded as the Mutation Magic. Only a small percentage of people in the world can attain this level of magic as it demands unparalleled skill and understanding. Next is Spatial Strength, a step into the extraordinary, an elusive realm that remains out of reach for most of the population of the world. An ability that can manipulate the very fabric of space, create…
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"Huff, it looks like he finally managed to grasp some of the mysteries of his left eye" Irene commented. Out of the three, she was the only one who perceived what happened. Simon's left eye that he brought back from the Auction of the Damned, the eye called the Celestial Ocularis was finally displaying a portion of its incredible abilities. The ability to instantly swap places with two targets in a specific range… . That was the ability of the eye. It was no wonder that the three kings as…
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While the two were busy quarrelling between themselves, Mars stepped forward and declared aloofly— "I shall take them all on my own". He did not wait for a reply and quickly engaged with the enemy. While this happened, the two also came back to their senses. "Hey, who gave you the permission to take them all on your own? Dammit, I wanted to play with the intruders too" Bea shouted, displeased. "Well, I have no qualms if you want to take them all… but will he be alright?" Melinda turn…
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A beating so thorough that it left no question. The scene that Gish-Bor saw was no fight but an abuse of power. They were being thrown, hurled in the air, slammed into the ground, used as a club and more. Basically, they were being humiliated in every way imaginable. It was a scene that evoked fear, awe and deterrence for the one who managed to pull off this feat. However, Gish-Bor was unable to feel any such feelings other than the first because the one being brutally humiliated was not the demon,…
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Decked out in a high grade robe, staff and bone fragments around his locket, he was none other than Berigard, the new king of the orcs. After evolving to Bloodfang Warchief, the already small physique of his condensed further and now he looked no different from an average human. That is if one overlooked his skin colour and the fact that he possessed sharp fangs that protruded from his mouth. His ears and eyes also looked a little different and are the only aspects that told others that he was an…
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In what seemed like a second, Gil-Garna was attacked more than three times and sent flying and crashing far back. "Crystallise Energy Shield" Soon after dealing with the Ogre King, Simon muttered those words and an energy shield appeared beside him. CLANG… a crashing noise rang out and the harpoon that was flung towards him with all of its might was deflected back. "Is that all you got?"… "Don't get full of yourself just because of this" Simon's taunt hit right at the target and…
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