Mary Jones
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Marven tried calming Gabrias, but it was no use. Almost too late, he spotted Neave preparing to lunge at Gabrias. Marven barely stopped Neave from killing Gabrias by grabbing his arm. “Neave, what the fuck are you doing!” Neave paused. “Huh, good question. He was kind of loud, so I just thought I’d put him out of his misery. Oh well. What’s going on, old man?” Marven was bewildered by Neave’s behavior, but the current situation was more urgent. “I have no idea. He suddenly started…-
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A small, haphazardly built house stood near the border of the capital. The only thing inside the house was a small child wrapped in layers of restraints. It had been roughly an hour since they arrived at their new plot of land. The debris was already gone. Marven took care of it in less than twenty minutes. One shouldn’t underestimate the size of his dimension ring nor the work speed of a platinum path cultivator. Quite a few people ‘subtly’ snooped around to see what was happening. Gabrias was…
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A convoy of floating carriages sped through a thunderstorm in the untamed wilderness of the Yixine Empire, pulled by horse-shaped golems. Neave lay on the ground inside one of the vehicles, tied head to toe. He could escape from this situation, and it probably wouldn’t be that difficult, but it wasn't the brightest idea, given that Marven would catch him instantly. A short time after setting off on a journey together, Neave started showing unusual symptoms. Extreme ones too. He froze up, cramped,…
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Neave stood over Radeon’s headless corpse. Blood not of his own dripped down his lips. He remembered Radeon’s words. Now, in the post-fight silence, he stood alone. And those damn words finally sunk in. The Zearthorn sect was gone. Neave had no idea why it was gone. Did everybody, for some reason, think it was Neave that destroyed the sect? If so, did that mean that everybody in the sect was dead? But that made no sense. It made no sense at all. If everyone were dead, that would include Marven.…
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Neave was moving in a random direction. He killed and ate monster after monster. He was growing unsatisfied with the progress he was making. After killing and eating the goblin tribe, he had plateaued. He still felt growth from eating, but that was a trickle compared to the initial flood of power he had gained. Would he have to dive deep into a cave? The rational part of him knew that was a terrible idea. The deeper he went, the higher the risk of getting overrun by high gold-rank monsters or…
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Deformed, green bodies stretched out as far as the eye could see. Humanoid creatures of varying shapes and sizes filled the landscape. In a small corner of the forest populated by goblins… Chaos had crept in. The goblins screamed wretchedly. More and more rushed to face the invader. But it was hopeless. Their charge was little more than a funnel into a meat grinder. Neave took a swing with his massive steel sword. His foot landed with a resonant thud, and the metal whistled in a deep pitch as golden…
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Harel was currently training. She had been training for the last twenty hours straight. Marven and Harel continued their journey and reached a bigger settlement. Here, they had rented a large building and dedicated it to Harel’s training. And the training was dedicated indeed. Harel was thoroughly exhausted, but she didn’t want to say anything. Marven was watching her intently. She couldn’t tell. Ever since she blew up on him, he had been strangely quiet. A stern expression was permanently stuck…
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Four cultivators on the diamond path stood in front of the Emperor. Their posture was relaxed, and they all acted like royalty. The first among them, Beanna, was a beautiful woman with hair darker than the night yet eyes brighter than the stars. Her magnificent, red cultivator robes adorned her muscular frame. She looked cheerful and genuinely happy to see Jeevian. Right behind her stood a skinny man with black hair but not quite as dark as Beanna’s. Even after he dyed it. His hair covered half his…
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Neave was facing a stone golem. However, he wasn’t using true strikes or even a weapon. He was fighting with his bare hands. It had been a few days since he had started doing physical training. His arm and foot already looked the same as his other limbs. During these last few days, he had made immense progress. He had also evolved his purifying bone marrow ability, taking a chance and hoping he was right. And damn, was he right. The ability evolved into pure blood. It not only purged every harmful…
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In the headquarters of the Bentheta sect, Gabrias and the man that had led the cultivators to Pavarrie were tied up and kneeling on the ground before the Sect Master. Gabrias looked fine, but the man beside him was bruised and bloody. They both would have died if there hadn’t been so many witnesses to what happened in Pavarrie. The first thing their superiors thought when they learned of their failure was that they had betrayed the sect. How else would the details of their story make any sense? A child…
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