James Miller
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Warden hadn't believed his eyes when the bandit threw away the knife. He was already halfway in the path of making it, extended to almost reach the neck of the bandit, but he only strayed at the last moment, finding the bandit actually listened to him. What were the odds? Tifan set Kelsa free from his clutches as the woman stammered onto the ground, too mentally and physically drained to even walk. "Are you going to kill me now?" the bandit asked, his voice shaking, deep gasps swaying the smoke…
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Tifan was under pressure, even though he held the dagger to the throat. He couldn't help it, considering he was up against a devil in human skin who had just killed ten odd people without batting an eye. Everything was going so well. They had cornered the village, beaten up the few that resisted, and would have gotten away with the loot as well without any bloodshed, but this bastard changed the whole scope of the game. "So," Warden said. "I feel like you're not very experienced in this taking…
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"I fear none of you will last long for what I'm about to do to you," Warden said, landing before Hisam and Kelsa, removing his veil. "Though I'll make sure you feel every bit of it." "Huh?" Hisam yelled. "And who the hell do you think you—" Warden didn't let him finish. He clutched the arm that was groping the woman and set her free. Kelsa ran away, tears streaming down her eyes. "Let go, you sick bastard," Hisam, the bandit, screamed. Warden's eyes narrowed at him, and a malevolent purple…
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There were nine men and two women among the bandits, all of whom were copper-ranked. Their combined power was more than enough to overpower a small village that had already lost most of its combatants in the wolf attacks. About four hundred villagers gathered in the center of the village, without making any fuss about being called on such short notice. Not after witnessing what the bandits had done to those few who resisted. "What I want is simple," said the leader of the bandits—a fat man over six…
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Warden awoke feeling sore all over. It was still dark all around him, but he wasn't in a dungeon any more. He peeked around to find he was inside a cavern, the one where the dungeon should have been. "What happened to the dungeon gate?" he mumbled as system notifications flashed over his peripheral vision. Warden read almost twice after listening to the monotonic system voice uttering them. Now he had a pretty good idea what happened to the dungeon, though…
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Xiv waited at the gate of the village since the morning, waiting for Warden to return. He waited till late last night as well, but there was no sign of their savior since he left for the dungeon. Many of the villagers seemed to grow discontent with his absence and even blamed him for letting Warden go, as if Xiv had any power to stop the lanky man who could take on packs of wolves on his own effortlessly. He told them multiple times that Warden had gone to the dungeon to take care of their problem,…
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A chill ran down his spine as the cold energy flowed within him. Accessing the void energy turned out to be easier than he thought. Even the tyrannical Dimension force became somewhat docile under his control. A weird yet familiar sensation ran through him, as if he had come across something like this before. His mind warned him of the wisdom in tinkering with power he barely understood. Yet, his power stirred within him, urging him to claim the untapped potential. "Huh? This again?"…
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Warden sighed in relief. The complete silence in the surroundings was more than welcoming, considering he had been inside the dungeon for half a day. He didn't know the amount of time he took to clear it was slow or efficient. He was certain a group of well-based team of adventures would do a great job of it, but he wasn't so sure about the lone warrior. Well, considering his current attributes and upgraded weapon, he was pretty sure he could complete the dungeon within a couple of hours if he was…
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A dozen wolves dropped dead in a splatter of gore and blood, heads severed, limbs cut off, mangled. Worse of it all, they were slayed in one swing, a full arc swing. 's reach was beyond reproach. Warmth blossomed within Warden, driving away more of the inherited despondency and exhaustion. The very muscles in his body twisted in an agonizing effect, but Warden gritted his teeth and endured it all, knowing it was beneficial to him. He grew even an inch or two taller as…
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Even with all the cores he collected, Warden fell short by a little. All the copper-ranked cores only increased the percentage by one digit. While the rest of the growth was on the benefit of the five iron-ranked cores. Sadly, it appeared he needed one more. Devouring another heart of the cursed creature, Warden moved through the darkness. His work throughout the hours should have spread the dire wolves thin, yet somehow their intensity didn't seem to be diminishing. As his power recovered, Warden…
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