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Lone grunted loudly when he felt his left eye being ripped out of its socket just as the right one had been only a few seconds ago. He didn't scream anymore. He was past that but when his jailor had vicious poison lacing the tip of his gauntlet's fingers, he found it hard to not give the man some satisfaction via grunts and soft moans of anguish. "Sir Ardus, there's urgent news!" a voice Lone didn't recognise yelled down the hallway of the dungeon. "What?!" the jailor yelled back. "Can't you see I'm…-
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"Sir?" the guild receptionist Charles questioned in confusion as he looked up from his hand to Guildmaster Gilbert. Sat atop the SS-rankers palm was a golden seal. Specifically, it was the provisional guildmaster's seal. Not only was this item rarely seen but it was even less common for it to actually be given to someone. It took a very certain set of circumstances for a guildmaster to see it fit to bequeath this item to one of their employees. "If I do anything stupid in the new few weeks, Charles, or…
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"Wakey-wakey," was all Lone heard before he felt an intense stinging coming from his left cheek. Slowly peeling his eyes open he looked around in confusion. It took a second or two but some pain from his 9 fluffy limbs informed him that they'd been staked into the floor. From what he could feel, Lone guessed each tail had 4 metal rods or nails or whatever else in them, keeping them affixed to the disgusting ground. Lone winced slightly. "Strange question but this isn't a sex dungeon, is it?" Lone…
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Far, far away from the small and mildly isolated kingdom of Milindo, in a desolate abandoned ruin that somewhat resembled a temple nestled away in the depths of a forgotten forest of 300-meter tall trees, energy stirred. In this forgotten recess of Altros something was happening, something both extremely unique and something incredibly odd. Cloud-resembling runes which covered the temple's crumbling walls were spurred to life as a sky-blue essence seeped out of them and began coalescing towards the…
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"It's time," the loud voice of the guide yelled at Lone from the other side of the waiting room. Gilbert had returned to the grandstands after his rather emotional chat with Lone, leaving the foxkin to meditate on his own. Nodding slowly, Lone got up. He stretched lightly and checked his status as he walked towards the room's exit - the one that led to the colosseum's arena. "Huh? Of course it's the hero," the guide said with disdain in his tone. "You're lucky to have a chance to fight him. Right now…
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Screams of horror and yells of fury-fuelled anger filled the arena, all of which were directed at Lone or in response to how he had treated the prince - who, at this point, had lost consciousness. Lone felt both massively satisfied and completely overwhelmed with regret. His thoughts were stopped by an overwhelming pressure suddenly enveloping his body. "Gah..." Even grunting was a struggle when he felt the full weight of 5 SS-ranked auras press down onto him quickly followed by dozens of S-ranked…
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Lone exhaled deeply as he considered his plan going forwards. He hadn't even really used the telepathic function of it and honestly, he'd rather not talk to Soph or Sophie right now. He was scared one of them might convince him to change his mind on what he was planning to do from here. Lone's time meditating came and went. When he checked his status to confirm how much time had passed he'd gained 75 SP meaning the break this time was only 15-minutes long. Regardless, he proceeded out of the waiting…
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Lone glanced around, taking in the remaining challengers in his waiting room. Lone found the spot he had meditated in previously and happily crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He hadn't consumed any SP in his fight with Clicker since before they could even get serious the old man's hip supposedly started giving out. It was a boring fight, sure, but it helped Lone conserve some of his SP. He was still hopeful that he wouldn't need to use skills when leaving the kingdom but if his life in this world…
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"Number 382! Number 47! Number 754! Number 301! You're all up!" a well-built man wearing the uniform of the colosseum's workers yelled across the waiting room. Lone slowly opened his eyes. He quickly peeked at his status to see how much of his SP he'd regenerated during his meditation. He slowly shook his head. Regardless, he cleared his mind. 150 SP wasn't much but it was 150 more than 0. It would have to do and, hopefully, he was worrying over his SP for nothing. If all went according to plan…
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Lone wanted to do nothing but keep his head low and focus on the coming battle but he couldn't help getting distracted by how simply magnificent the interior of the colosseum was. Banners with the flag of Milindo and the insignia of the royal family lined the walls and the grandstands as thousands of voices roared and cheered. A man with a magically enhanced voice spoke over them and detailed the few stand-out participants in Lone's group while the people around him casually and rather happily waved and…
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