Jessica Brown
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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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As I prepared to venture into the Exile with Zephyr, a mix of excitement and happiness welled up inside me, like a bubbling cauldron of anticipation ready to overflow 'I can't believe that it worked,' I thought, my mind still reeling from the fact that Zephyr had asked me to accompany him. I don't know how I ended up in this situation, but it was good for now. I wanted to enter the exile but thinking about it, I wouldn't have been able to clear it by myself with my current power. Zephyr's presence…
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Startled, I froze, my eyes widening in both surprise and fear. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Zephyr, his tone betraying his irritation at my persistence. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and slowly turned around to face him. In the dim moonlight that managed to seep through the dense canopy, I saw Zephyr's face, illuminated by a mischievous smirk. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, now held a glint of danger. The sword he held against my neck was not meant to cause…
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At the very top of the Freljord academy, where the golden bell that would blow only once a year at the time of graduation was placed, a young man was sleeping leisurely. With black hair and a well-built physique, he looked stunning even with his eyes closed. His one leg was crossed over the other as he had slipped into the world of dreams. The sun, setting at the far horizon, cast a mysterious glow on him, painting a perfect scenery that would have been a feast for the eyes if only... If only there…
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In the middle of the night, when the world was draped in darkness and the distant hoots of owls filled the air with an eerie symphony, I wearily returned from my intense workout session and collapsed onto my bed. The exhaustion in my body was palpable, but it was the relentless flood of random thoughts that plagued my mind, making it nearly impossible for me to find sleep. Since the day I regressed, sleep had eluded me, maybe the only day I slept peacefully was the day I regressed, there were no days…
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Once again, I found myself on the training grounds, my body collapsed on the floor, drenched in sweat and exhaustion. The intensity of Professor Joshua's training had pushed me to my limits. Each grueling session felt like a battle for survival, from climbing the towering mountain behind the academy with weights strapped to my body, to the relentless swings of my sword and thrusts of my spear, it was enough to make me think that I could I die. But I couldn't afford to rest for long. Time was running…
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