Jessica Brown
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In a countryside village of the Chola Kingdom, nestled far from the battlefield and overlooking the vast expanse of the southern ocean, a boy entered the world, with his baby cries ringing through the small hut. The village was a serene and idyllic place, with lush green fields stretching as far as the eye could see, and the rhythmic sound of crashing waves serving as a constant backdrop to the villagers' lives. Born into the humble family of poor farmers, the boy's parents, a hardworking couple, made…
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"You... can you defeat a dragon?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The room fell into an eerie silence, as if the question itself had a weight that suffocated the air around us. The Old man's eyes narrowed, his weathered face revealing the depth of his contemplation. Time seemed to stand still as he delved into the recesses of his memories, searching for an answer. "Hmmm... A dragon?" he murmured, his voice filled with a cautious curiosity. His response seemed to…
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As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by a stark white ceiling, devoid of any decorations. The room seemed sterile, and a wave of confusion washed over me. As the room's sterile atmosphere enveloped me, the whiteness of the ceiling contrasted sharply with the chaos of my thoughts. 'Where am I?' Consciousness slowly dawned upon me, and I began to wonder where I was. 'Where is this place?' Attempting to look around, I was met with a sharp pain that invaded my muscles, causing me to tremble. The…
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"...Run Away...." I tried to scream, my voice caught in my throat as two young men approached me, completely oblivious to my warning. In the dimly lit ruins of the room, adorned with ancient tapestries and crumbling statues, I struggled to find my voice. But the curse that had befallen me held me captive, rendering me powerless. 'Don't come here.' I tried to scream but my voice wouldn't come out. This damn curse! As my body rose against my will from the imposing throne, a surge of resistance…
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As the fight raged on, Zephyr and I desperately tried to hold our ground against the relentless onslaught of the demon. Every strike we made seemed futile, easily parried or dodged by the King of Oni's overwhelming strength and agility. All my bullets had been exhausted, and I had long forsaken the magic-powered handgun. The sword in my hand lay tattered, a proof to the strength of the Oni demon. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and blood. My stamina was at rock bottom, as I found myself on…
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"The demon could speak? How is that possible?" I questioned, my mind reeling with the revelation. It went against everything I knew about demons. Only high-ranking demons possessed the ability to speak, and this demon before us seemed far stronger than any ordinary intermediate rank monsters. Then that meant that the demon in front of us is definitely far stronger than what we had taught of. But what troubled me the most is not the fact that it could speak but that, it was telling us to run…
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"Hey Zephyr! Are you certain it wasn't the Master of Exile, but just a regular demon?" I gasped for breath as I collapsed on the ground, my body drained of energy. The intense battle had taken its toll on me, but I couldn't help but ask that question. The monster we just faced was a low-intermediate rank monster, which was comparable to peak 3 star knight. It took both our struggle just to defeat one monster. Thinking that we are going to face at least a dozen of them ahead, my frustration jumped…
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As Zephyr and I moved forward, closing the distance between us and the Oni demon, a tense silence enveloped the atmosphere. The weight of our impending clash hung heavily in the air, intensifying the adrenaline coursing through our veins. I could almost taste the anticipation and apprehension that mingled within our shared gaze. "I'll take the front, cover me from behind," Zephyr said, leaping ahead. I readily complied, with his request as I too didn't want to be included in the fight unless it was…
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There was only one way for an individual to exit the exile after entering it. The treacherous path to freedom required them to kill the owner of the exile, better known as the master of the exile. This enigmatic figure typically resided deep within the confines of the exile, surrounded by its formidable subordinate demons. To reach the master, one had to navigate through a horde of terrifying creatures that lurked in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment. "I can see a monster up ahead," Zephyr…
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Before I could do anything to react to the message, a surge of energy coursed through my body, causing my vision to blur and my surroundings to dissolve. In the blink of an eye, I found myself standing in an entirely different realm, a desolate landscape teeming with the malevolent inhabitants of the Exile. The land stretched far and wide, barren and lifeless, with jagged rocks scattered sporadically and volcanic mountains looming in the distance. The sky above was a haunting sight, painted in hues…
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