Grace Martin
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"The intruder wants to steal the treasure of our land. I order you to suppress him with your combined might!" the lich commanded, his voice echoing across the monument. In response to the lich's call, the 32 demonic statues rushed toward Roy, their massive frames closing in on him at an alarming rate. "Is this the reason for your confidence?" Roy said calmly, not at all panic-stricken by the sight of the humongous group of monstrous statues that were about to strike him down. "If so, let me crush…-
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The aura-reinforced sword that Roy was riding was hurtling towards the holy barrier with the ferocity of a bolt of lightning, leaving him no time to change its trajectory. It was going to crash into the holy barrier, no doubt about it, and that might severely injure or kill him unless he abandoned the sword. Roy knew that his survival was more important than his sword. He could create swords like it at any time. Thus, he leaped from the sword, but not before giving it one last push that sent it hurtling…
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As Roy approached the ruins of Celestia, he marveled at the intricate petal-shaped monument that loomed before him. The crumbling stone structure was the last remaining vestige of a once-great civilization that had been destroyed centuries ago. Despite the age and wear of the monument, it still retained an eerie beauty, with its ornate carvings and faded glyphs etched into its surface. However, any sense of awe was quickly extinguished when he reached its center and his gaze fell upon the Lich…
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With a ferocity that could shatter mountains, the monstrous fists careened through the air like lethal missiles, threatening to obliterate anything obstructing their path. The zombies, thirsty for Roy's blood but sluggish and uncoordinated, frantically scampered about in an attempt to evade the devastating assault he had unleashed. However, their feeble attempts proved futile, as the massive fists descended upon them with a resounding boom. Boom! The earth shook violently as the colossal fists made…
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"Alkheim was the first reincarnation of the God of Night. He died fighting against the creatures of chaos. Yulran must also hate them. My intense hatred for Chaos must be inherited from them. The human king was the second reincarnation of Night. He was afraid that the world would be destroyed after his death. So he left behind a weapon to protect the world. Ninam was the third reincarnation of Night. He sealed Voss and died to stop the assault of the strongest undead king." "And I am related to them all,…
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Despite the Founders of the Four Holy Families' valiant efforts, no one from the Celestial, Dragon, or Reaper realms stepped forward to assist them. The fear of incurring the wrath of the four powerful nature gods was too great. Yulran, the wounded Fire Dragon, managed to escape with the help of the Water Celestial and landed in the Far West, where he was nursed back to health by a beautiful human. His encounter with her ignited a newfound love for humans. The Water Celestial was injured while saving…
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The tide of the war turned when Samantha Spellcaster, the Head Chief of the Portal Development Department (PDD) of the Flying Empire, was seduced by the words of the four Gods of nature. She snuck into the Palace of Darkness during the attack and took out Sealed Artifact: Forbidden #1. It was said to be mentioned in countless tales. Legends have it that it was the source of Alkheim's power. Samantha Spellcaster has always felt hungry for power. It's because she was born with genetic defects that…
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Roy stood alone in the desolate surroundings, with no one in sight. Despite the empty surroundings, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. While others might have dismissed this feeling as paranoia, he was convinced that something was lurking nearby. He couldn't pinpoint where this sensation was coming from, but his sixth sense was tingling, warning him of an impending danger. It was enough for him to believe that the incident he had just experienced was not a figment of his…
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Knowing the risks involved, Roy decided to embark on the quest alone, without involving Delilah. Although he didn't want to leave her in the goblin's grotto, he knew that she was in no condition to fight. She was covered in dust and appeared exhausted, with her inner world and energy nucleus almost devoid of aura. Moreover, her stamina was almost depleted, and her energy was significantly low. If she continued to use her soul-herding ability, her soul could become destabilized, and she could fall into a…
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Roy effortlessly lifted the treasure chest from its resting place, handling it with care. For weapon masters, this task might have posed a challenge, but Roy was no ordinary man. Despite its weight and bulkiness, it felt as light as a feather in his hand. With the chest in his grasp, he willed for his subspace to open. Vroom! A black hole opened close to him, and he approached it with light steps. Standing before the subspace, Roy skillfully placed the chest inside, making sure it fits snugly within…
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