Mary Jones
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Neave hid in a forest not too far from Pavarrie. He had wanted to make as much distance from the town as possible but soon found the prospect of doing that hopeless. His entire body and spirit ached from top to bottom. It felt like acid flowed through his veins. His spirit felt like an egg that a sledgehammer had hit, and his muscles twitched and cramped constantly. At first, he thought his countless injuries and severe abuse of his body and spirit caused this. That was entirely correct, but he realized…-
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“Hmm?” Gabrias frowned and lifted his hand to grab the cloaked figure’s attention. “What is it?” “He… He stopped. No, wait… He is running back to the town.” “Are you certain? No, that isn’t unusual. He is probably trying to hide in town. There is no way he can tell how we are tracking him. He likely judged that being in the wilderness would be to his disadvantage. It doesn’t matter. He can’t run away forever anyway.” Gabrias, however, didn’t quite agree with that…
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Harel was confident that platinum-rank cultivators didn’t need even an hour of sleep daily. She was only on the silver path and needed less than four hours. Marven slept for over twelve hours a day. It had been nearly a week since they started their ‘journey.’ In reality, the very moment they reached the first settlement, the journey had practically ended. They were staying at an inn. The innkeeper was charging them insane prices, mainly because their, or rather, Marven's presence, had chased…
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It had been a few days since Neave had arrived in Pavarrie. Since the first night he had slept in the secret vault of the inn he was staying in, he hadn’t had a wink of sleep. Why? Because the morning after, he woke up feeling tired and terrible, as if his life was sucked out of him. The reason why he felt like that was self-evident. It was because his life had been sucked out of him. Literally. He had forgotten that it was impossible to maintain conscious control over his life force if he was…
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Neave had made one crucial discovery today. Monster meat was unbelievably awful. Taste-wise, at least. However, if one could put the horrendous flavor aside, eating monster meat could be beneficial. But boy, was the taste awful. Eating monster meat was usually only done by those skilled in qi manipulation. Even this was exclusively after it was processed appropriately. The reason why was simple, the meat was loaded with all sorts of strange qi. There existed a subcategory of qi that was frequently…
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Deep underground, in the vicinity of the Zearthorn sect, footsteps echoed through the vast caverns. The intense crashing could hardly be recognized as footsteps, however. The thing that walked looked like a beautiful woman. Although, even from afar, it was clear that this wasn’t some random lady taking a stroll through the monster-infested depths. Her skin was of pure gold, her clothes were woven of silver, platinum, and bronze, and her entire body was ornate with precious crystals. Her eyes were…
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Neave had greatly overestimated himself. Spending countless years trapped, fighting against demonic entities did wonders for one's confidence in their fighting skills. However, this was no hell realm where death meant going back in time. This was reality. In reality, as far as Neave could remember, if you died, you better hope you Neave had climbed a few meters off the ground and hid in a hole in a large tree. He had to outmuscle some birds for the rights to the lodging, and given that he found even…
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A moon of cold, pale gray rock, shrouded in thin clouds of mist and dust, hung above the sky of the realm. In the furthest corners of its dark side, three demons sat in a circle. Three archdemons. The first was an extremely muscular and tall demon with a wide open mouth full of sharp teeth. It had dozens of eyes all over its forehead, and a bundle of sharp spikes grew out of its head in the place of hair. The demon, a scrawny one wrapped in brownish-red bandages. Its two beady eyes were the only part…
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Harel was pacing around her cultivation chamber, and she was panicking. She fanned her face with her arms and paced back and forth. Neave had appeared in her secret chambers, shown completely impossible levels of competence in both using movement techniques and wielding a sword, and then he went off to What the hell happened to make him do this? What happened to make him The book? Harel contemplated that. There were incredible treasures scattered around the realm. Could the book have been some sort…
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Neave strode down the hallway, and he felt great. He had never killed an actual person before, so he wondered whether he would have any reservations about it, but no, not really. The miserable look on the face of a man that poisoned kids for scraps didn’t spark any compassion within Neave’s heart. Instead, he felt joyful. After all, no more kids would be poisoned! A destroyer had been removed! Would he lament killing a parasite? Obviously not! And he was confident that the next victim wouldn't…
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