John Jones
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The young man leisurely made the throne his own as his face was nonchalant even when the kingdom was not his. There was not a single complaint coming out from the Crown winners' mouths. All of their heads looked up as fear and revere engulfed their pride. The man that ended the career of the arrogance Kaiju right in front of the masses. A public execution. Nothing escaped his wrath, not even when the latter's seniors decided to interfere. (That is Lyon Torga?!) Russel took a step back after a harsh…
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The man ducked under the watchful eyes of the guests. They all had probed him, the beast was a level eight Godhood cultivator. That astonishing number was comparable to those old sect elders amongst them. Yet, at this moment, where even the downpour of rain from the storm outside, couldn't help but slow down. The atmosphere was choking as they saw with their plain eyes. The man, the one that thought will run the show and humiliated another one, was now squatting down to the fullest motion. The cold…
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His black hair fluttered as he stood at the center of the room, instantly and efficiently courted all the attention in the atmosphere. No matter if they were experts or nonexperts, they stood in awe at the way the young man stood despite being so close to the target, his face was nonchalant and unfazed as if it's just a wind that was blowing against his face. Kyoko smiled as she looked at the familiar back. (Sadly, the two snakes danced too violently that they have awakened the monster inside the den. Now…
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Borton furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his son's pupils dilated and was slightly out of focus even though the latter was standing right in front of him. He noticed that his mouth was slightly opened but his chest was not the one that heaved. "Is something wrong? Are you a friend of his?" asked Borton. "Huh?" Russel immediately regained his focus before he nervously shook his head, "N-No, not at all." He turned around before looking at the wine glass in his hand that was given by his own cousin.…
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The attention of the onlookers immediately shifted toward the blonde young man with a charming face that made his way toward the group that made some of the Crown winners raised one of their eyebrows. None of them dared to approach the beautiful women that were grouping by themselves yet. Perhaps someone with his kind of status could break the tension and opened the chance. Those that were unaware which group they belonged to put up a smile as they prepared themselves to wait after Russel. "Fancy…
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Sitting on the grandest chair of all, Yunesia basked in the glory that was given by the onlookers. Though she was smiling for the public, she didn't care for any of it at heart. It was nothing more than an act to not offend the hosts that effortlessly made the banquet in a single night. She didn't need to uphold her brilliant career or her glistening reputation since her fame had been spread too far and vast even for herself to know. The power that she held in the masses was almost the same as a king to…
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The atmosphere was tensed with their arrival, but it was significantly magnified the moment the blonde middle-aged man stood right in front of the hosts with the group that followed behind him. He put his hands behind his back before deliberately contracting his chest upward to show a hint of superiority. His head was straight forward as his glance stand toe to toe against the man that was called Avalanche Fist, Emperor Jin Haga. He only briefly glanced at Sophia, his niece that he got from the side of…
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Yunesia raised her eyebrows before she quickly turned around. A hand immediately trying to reach out for her throat before an instant magic brand was formed right in front of her figure. However, even after her defense mechanism was activated, the hand casually penetrated it through before breaking it apart in the process. Her pupils shrunk before the hand grabbed a firm hold of her neck. (What power! Danger, danger, danger...) thought Yunesia as her eyes glance up to face the towering woman. The auburn…
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The eyes of the onlookers were locked toward the group of women that just came out of the grand carriage. The purple hair one led them as her hips swaying and her arms swinging when she walked. Her eyes were sharp forward as she ascended those stairs, pricking the hearts of those young nobles and the likes. She might not be as tall as the others nor strong as the others, but every woman in the room knew the difference between her and the ones behind her. Ryona had her arms behind her head as she aloofly…
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Priscila had dressed quite neatly, simple but beautiful. Less is more was the embodiment of the dress that she wore. The elegance that of a high-class elite was adorned by the way she stood. No gaze could escape without at least checking her once. There was no hint of impurity, only hints of grace. She stood right below the stairs adjacent to the throne her thin lips puckered up a smile. "Bernadetta.." "Yes, mistress!" Bernadetta took a bow before opening the huge double door with a light pull from…
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