Grace Martin
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"After years of harvesting souls, you have only become this strong. If I were you, I would have smashed my head on a wall and killed myself." He roared, and his horns released powerful beams that blasted apart the tentacle-like sturdy legs. "You don't have the right to say that. You are alive only because of that damn old fool. If he hadn't gotten in the way, I would have killed you decades ago!" Chaos snapped back. Ishtaq said, "I'm glad you reminded me of what happened back then. Forty years ago, you…-
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"So you found out." Because of his severe injuries, the Water Celestial wasn't a match for it. He was just a paper tiger that was acting strong to scare away the snakes. He thought he would be able to fool it again, but his plan naturally fell short as it was already aware of his condition. "At our level, a single glance is enough to tell the state of our opponent's body, and we exchanged moves." Chaos told him. "We didn't. It was a one-sided beating. I whipped you so bad that you stepped out of the…
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Arnard: "I know." He looked at Badulf and asked, "Was it worth it?" "Exchanging my destined-to-be doomed life for a subordinate that will become a Realm Lord within the next 20 years and hopefully avert my fate. You tell me, how is it not worth it?" Badulf questioned him in return. Arnard's mouth opened in shock as he was taken aback by his words. He realized a few things from his words. First off, the Water Celestial had divined that Badulf would die in the future. Secondly, they had made a deal…
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'I miscalculated.' Badulf frowned as his health deteriorated rapidly. Strand by strand, the three thousand strands of his silky black hair quickly turned white. 'It's more than I expected.' Arnard was powerless to help him. He, just like the Water Celestial, could only watch him grow older without being able to do a thing. A few moments ago, Badulf looked like a man in his mid-twenties, but now with wrinkles around his eyes, hair as white as snow, a hunched back, and breaths as weak as an infant, he…
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After dying, Damien found himself in a place that was darker than black, where he wandered aimlessly. He was deaf and blind, unable to see or hear anything. He also couldn't muster any strength, not even an ounce of it. To him, the silence was like a ghost. It haunted him, and the surrounding void of light pressed down on him like an invisible pressure, pushing him deeper and deeper into a hole of unimaginable depth. He couldn't return from it. That something was certain. 'Is this the afterlife? If so,…
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Damien looked at the undead that was running away and said, "Where do you think you're running off to?" Wylie's face paled. She was the one who had commanded the remaining crimson mages to attack him. Obviously, he was so strong that he had killed their leader, Odon, single-handedly. Yet, she didn't hesitate to sacrifice them to buy time for herself to escape. But her plan to sneak out failed. Damien focused his eyes on her and commanded, "Kneel!" An instant later, such immense pressure descended on her…
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"I didn't have a Gate of Magic or Aura. But I was able to become powerful by dabbling in forbidden sorcery and stealing it from others. It took me a decade, but I became stronger than the people that treated me like a dog." "That day, I killed all of them using a single technique. I didn't have the aptitude for learning spells. So I focused on mastering a single one. I practiced it thousands of times every day. I practiced it so many times that I became faster than Grandmasters. With it, I defeated the…
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In the eyes of the onlooker, Damien was like a ray of sunlight as he closed the gap between him and the crimson mages. He was moving so fast that not even their eyes could keep up with him. He left behind countless traces as he flashed up to the crimson mages. While witnessing his blurry figure drawing closer and closer to them, their twisted expression contorted even more. They could barely follow his movement. They wavered initially but made the same decision after a moment as if they shared the same…
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There were, however, heroes among the people beside Damien who remembered their vows at the last second and jumped in front of him. They were standing between him and the gigantic palm defensively. It was quite clear as to what they were up to. "You gave us this life. I don't mind giving it up for you." "We will block it for you." "Please take this chance to run away, my lord." Their persuasion fell on deaf ears. It was completely useless to tell the power drunked Damien what to do. "No need." Saying…
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"Fuck the bastard who assassinated Damien." A particular chaotic being thought that if not for a certain someone making a move to kill Damien, he wouldn't have possibly gained access to his innate powers, and they wouldn't have fallen into this mess. "Did someone see that bastard's face?" Odon Durston had only seen the back of the person that tried to eliminate Damien. He didn't get to see who it was. But he knew it was a man and a very high-ranking rebel from the way he was dressed. Verona Edilanti:…
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