Daniel Martinez
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In the middle of a magnificent flower garden, an 18-year-old youth lay on the ground, bleeding from over 100 knife cuts that covered his back, limbs and chest—not even sparing his handsome face. A crowd of guards and servants had assembled around the youth, led by a young noble dressed in an extravagant set of purple shirt and pants. The young noble stared at the youth's corpse with a mocking smile, holding two blood-stained knives. "Sheesh! Lord Arian is truly heartless. Mithras grew up with him…
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There was a saying in the Blood-Smelting Kingdom that, whenever Gaiseric was in danger, his mother would appear to rescue him. This time was no different, and in a cloud of sand-colored flames, Vel'Asha appeared in her son's royal office, rushing to the king's side. "Gaiseric!" Vel'Asha reached for the convulsing king. But barely had she touched Gaiseric's shoulders that the king uttered a guttural roar, sending his mother flying with a wild swing. But though taken by surprise, Vel'Asha didn't suffer…
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In Cassandra's bedroom, Mithras reclined in a chair, gasping for breath. Cassandra lay flat on her bed, with her cum-soaked ass stretched wide and leaking Mithras' milk. A Priapic Dragon Bone appeared in Mithras' hand, rippling with astronomical reserves of Sid. "Nice...wonder if I can repeat that quest," Mithras asked himself and stood up, laying over Cassandra with his hands wrapped over hers. Mithras' Divine Secret, Exalted Sense, kicked off—boosting the sensory abilities of the pair to…
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Meanwhile, as predicted by Mithras, Honoria left the royal palace, about to enter her carriage when tongues of silver flames sparked from underneath her carriage, lighting it all on fire. A silver fire bolt came from behind, smashing into Honoria with enough power to slice through all under Minor Expansion. With her current Sid level, Honoria could have dodged or destroyed the arrow. But fearing a trap and not wanting to risk exposure, the noble lady moved slightly to the left, making sure the arrow…
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"What do you want?" Captivated by Mithras' offer but convinced that his new helper wouldn't be doing all this for free, the crown prince asked. "50,000 ener crystals and the barony of Ruba." Mithras gave his price, turning Prince Lysander's face into an ugly grimace. "That much wealth, land, and title, all to help kill a servant? Are you mad? Or are you going mad?" Lysander asked in shock, unable to believe that Mithras' appetite was that big. "To risk Cassandra's rage, secure my future, and make…
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As far as Prince Lysander could remember, he had never felt more wronged in his life. Even the day his father got remarried to his late mother's sister didn't feel as bleak as this. A large procession aligned at the prince's back, carrying coffers of ener crystals and a variety of luxury goods. Typically, large transfers of ener crystals went from one Sid Card to another—handled remotely by the Ener Banks. But on certain occasions such as a noble's engagements, gifts and donations would be laid…
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In an underground dungeon of House Astalon, Mithras sat with Honoria on his lap, holding Arian's stone mirror at the comatose heiress' face. A large '6,000' flashed above the mirror, causing 6,000 ener crystals to fly out of Mithras' Sid Card and pour into the surface. The moment next, Honoria's eyes regained their light, and she reeled back, stumbling as she tried to put as much distance between Mithras and her as she could. Her back hit a wall, and Mithras appeared at her left, wrapping his arm around…
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A series of system prompts echoed in Mithras' mind. He ignored them, focusing on Cassandra who silently sobbed on his shoulder. "Here..." With her face still pressed on Mithras' chest, Cassandra raised her right hand, revealing a crystal-blue card that shimmered with dazzling energies. Without hesitation, Mithras took the mysterious card, his eyes widening at the astronomical reserves of Sid he sensed inside. "A Sid Card with a balance of...2.2 million crystals! Rich! I AM RICH!" Like a greedy…
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'Psychic Powers? And of this level? There is no way that this woman's Sid level isn't at least over 10,000. She is a Guru! A Golden Palace tier Guru!' Faced with the tyrannical storm of Sid rolling out of Vel'Asha, Cassandra came to the only reasonable conclusion. 'But then...why?' More confused than ever, Cassandra's eyes shifted between Vel'Asha and Gaiseric. Some answers brought more questions than they resolved. If Vel'Asha was indeed a Guru with a Sid Level of over 10,000 units, then there's…
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"You...cheap woman. How dare you...poison me?!" Realizing that Cassandra's last move hid some kind of poison, Gaiseric snapped, holding his chest as purple veins popped on his temples and his body turned sluggish. Equipped with the Blood Smelting Hammer and Blood Smelting Gene, the king was always the nation's strongest templar. But of all generations of Blood Smelting Kings, Gaiseric was the strongest—having perfected his first-class Blood Smelting Gene and reached the peak of Great Expansion in…
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