Emily Harris
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Jack raised a brow at the challenge. Brock grinned sardonically. Shol, however, scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly. “Um, how do I say this… It’s customary for new disciples to fight someone much stronger, but… Jack is quite strong himself, so…” “Strong enough to match another personal disciple forty levels ahead?” Auburn said, speaking for the first time. Her voice came reserved, somewhat contrary to what her appearance indicated, but her words were appropriately sharp.…-
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“For the last time,” Shol said, pulling open the trapdoor in the corner of Jack’s kitchen, “you do not have a cellar.” “Well, I want one. I’ve always dreamt of having my own cellar.” “Have it elsewhere.” “You know what? I think I’ll just turn my cultivation chamber into one. Fist Wine. Fist Beer. I’ll call it…Fistables.” “You’re out of your goddamn mind. Just put the Dao Magnet inside so we can get going.” “Fine.” Jack snuck into the empty cultivation chamber…
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Jack awoke to a brorilla jumping up and down on his chest. “Oof!” he exclaimed. “Brock! What are you— Oh! Right!” A smile instantly blossomed on his face. He ripped off the covers and Brock with them, then jumped up straight and got dressed in a heartbeat. Only then did he greet the brorilla. “Morning, brother! Did you sleep well?” “Yes.” Brock’s reply was curt, but he was equally excited. His face was morphed into a permanent monkey grin, and he was hopping from one leg to the…
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After finishing his passionate speech of why he was worthy, Jack caught Shol and Master Huali exchange a glance, but he couldn’t read its meaning. “And what if I decline?” Master Huali asked. “Then I will still cultivate as hard as possible,” he replied immediately. “I will sneak into the Animal Kingdom and fight them wherever I can. According to what I know, that should be the fastest way to cultivate. In the process, I will also look for more powerful allies to help me reclaim my planet. If…
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As opulent as the mountain estate was, the manor itself was not. Sturdy yet simple wooden walls, a floor made of tanned planks, and red columns to break the monotony. There weren’t many servants here, either. Jack spotted two playing checkers on a side garden, along with one reading a book while telekinetically controlling a broom. Shol greeted them all—a greeting they smilingly returned. They were all immortals—ranging from level 140 to 230. “The mansion is inhabited by master’s students,”…
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Jack looked out of the window. A planet dominated his view, covered in stripes of green and blue, while purple-orange gasses hung in the background, shimmering with a thousand newborn stars. “This place is amazing,” he said. “Of course it is,” Master Shol replied proudly. “It’s my faction!” The man was reclining on a sleek, white chair that did not at all match his monk-like attire. A yellow cape was draped over his shoulders, simple leather shoes covered his feet, and the smile still…
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The teleportation was punctuated by solar gasses, and colors, and comets, and shimmering stars… And when it was over, nothing changed. Jack and Brock stepped out of the teleporter and looked around. There was no sky. As one looked up, their gaze met a sight that looked like a dream. Instead of the darkness of space, purple and orange gasses filled the distance, glittering with stars. These gasses were present in all directions, surrounding the planet from an incalculable distance away. It was like…
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The round-up was easy. After the three wardens were defeated, including the late D-Grade centaur, the remaining guards surrendered. Their numbers had already been halved by Brock and the prisoners, anyway. Brock’s greatest injury from the fight was a deep purple bruise on his shoulder, caused by a guard’s mace. That guard survived the battle, only to receive a long, hard glare from Jack, which probably convinced him to start a more peaceful life in another part of the galaxy, if he made it out of…
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Brock danced with the Animal Kingdom guards. The Staff of Stone glided around him, its weight perfectly balanced as it tore into calves and elbows, heads and knees. He wasn’t too experienced in battle, but he possessed more than enough strength to make up for it. His body was covered in well-toned muscles. Every time he swung, people went flying. Their weapons couldn’t reach him, and if they did, he would just clench his skin muscles to avoid any serious injuries. “Brock Smash!” he shouted,…
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Jack’s Meteor Punch turned night into day. A purple sun blazed into existence, disintegrating the red tent and scattering any materials that survived. The strike kept going, annihilating another tent before crashing into the far wall of the canyon and causing a part of it to collapse. At the same time, the shockwave of the attack was unleashed at a wider range, blowing a tent clean off its base and sending multiple guards flying. As for the cage behind Jack, though it had been struck by a mighty wind,…
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