John Jones
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“Hoam~” The young man stretched his jaw as his eyes narrowed to a slit. He put his hands on his own butt before he scratched it. His eyelids felt like a mountain but he managed to pull the curtain up. His view was not very bright at first. and it took him several seconds before he regained his clarity. The young man got up before he looked over the room he slept in. The sun was still up in the sky but the broken windows got his eyebrows to furrow. The sharp glasses were scattered on the wooden…
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Sylviana had changed her attire to something homier to suit her style. She was sitting inside her allocated room with her lips tightening up as she pawed against her own thighs. “Young miss, please relax,” said Fei as she chuckled. “I-I’m relaxed!” said Sylviana nervously. “It has been a long time ever since I saw you getting nervous like this,” muttered Fei as she stood beside her. She suddenly reached out to her hands before she knelt and clasped them together with hers. “Relax,…
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Whilst Lyon was sleeping like a dead man, things had started to take a turn elsewhere. A young man was walking with his face and abs bandaged. His face was grimacing as every time his muscles contract, the sting of the bruises would prick his brain. “Where is the captain? Why is he not back here yet?” said the young man to a servant who was carrying his medication. “Young master Altre, you need to take a sufficient rest to recover first!” said one of the servants. “En—! Argh!” the pain…
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“T-There! Someone else finally comes out!” said one of the cultivators who noticed the slightest hint of flesh. “It’s Porealus!” The young master of the family, Arunga. The youth stepped out with his head held high. The smile on his face was not for the onlookers but for the sky. “It seems like he had a fortuitous encounter,” muttered one of the cultivators seeing that smile. “That’s just a matter of course, his grandfather did it before him,” said another. “But look, none of the…
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Fei furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at Lyon’s expression. She turned her head before her eyes dilated and her lips gaped at the sight. “W-What?!” asked Sylviana nervously. “Is something wrong with my face?” “Young miss! You…” “I what?” Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before grabbing a piece of glass from the broken window. He stood up from his chair before showing it to her. “See for yourself.” Sylviana narrowed her eyes before she averted her glance toward Lyon. “What…
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Lyon scratched his head, “It’s a bit complicated than that haha! But to simplify it, I kinda did.” “You… unbelievable,” said Sylviana as she shook her head. “Well…” Lyon shrugged. “You know Treas right?” “The wealthiest family?” Sylviana furrowed her eyebrows before she slightly shook her head, “No…” Lyon nodded. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” exclaimed Sylviana before her pupils constricted as she covered her mouth. She looked left and right nervously to see any…
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They crashed on Garuda’s mansion without a care in the world. Though the host of the place was still exploring the graveyard that Cecile had mentioned, Lyon and the other couldn’t care less. “Hmm…” Lyon muttered as he left the auburn woman to rest. He had done everything he could to boost her recuperating capabilities and get her the best environment possible. “Maybe, it’s a good idea to have a house?” muttered Lyon before his ears twitched as he heard footsteps. She had purple hair but…
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“Woah look! Someone is coming out!” exclaimed one of the cultivators that were on standby. “T-That’s!” Barefoot stepped out of the vortex with his head held high. His iconic sarong was fluttering and took the shut out of the onlooker’s mouth. Silence but courted all of their attention. The smirk on his face was loathed by some but loved by most. Woman of auburn hair. The supreme idol of female cultivators was on his arms. There was only one man in the Mortal World that could hold her like…
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— Meanwhile, inside the Mortal World on that isolated island. “W-What was that just now?” said one of the cultivators who took notice of the flying soul. “I-I have no clue, it seems something alive but then a hand reached out from it and then ruthlessly dragged it back.” “Must be a fortuitous encounter!” said one of the experts. “Otherwise, why would they dragged it back to that world.” “That’s a valid point,” one of his colleagues nodded. “The question is, whose hand it…
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The aura surrounding Lyon had changed. It was dark and sinister rather than empowering like he used to be. The bearing of the emperor was no more and no ghosts could even dare to approach him at this moment. “T-Torga…” the Eternal Golem gritted its giant teeth. Though the puny human was small in reality, in its view it was different. One swift moment and suddenly the table had turned. The humongous thing suddenly moved one of its legs backward. (It took a step back?!) thought Ivy as she…
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