Mary Smith
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Arthur glanced at his surroundings, noticing the crowd's ignorance towards the beatdown. The boy was suffering in plain sight, while the men in overcoats hadn't even taken him to an alley before beginning the beatdown. Instead of helping the pitiful boy, however, the residents of the town were deliberately ignoring him, as if his existence was a mere illusion. Despite his painful cries reverberating across the streets, no one cared. "How much for a pound of carrots?" "Pound? Do you mean kilogram?…-
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"Where did you even go before attempting the tenth floor?" The Saint Sealing Devil inquired, stroking his chin while observing Arthur, who seemed unconcerned about his behavior prior to their meeting. "I was exploring the tower," Arthur replied, focused more on the Pho before him, rather than the conversation. "These noodles look amazing. Where'd you get them from? Can I have the recipe?" The Saint Sealing Devil sighed. 'What have I gotten myself into? Then again, he did threaten one of my Elite Rankers…
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The crowd exploded into words of anger and joy simultaneously. A few condemned him for passing on a heavenly opportunity, while others sighed in relief, realizing they still had a chance with their queen. "Seriously?" The man inquired, cocking his head while forming an expression of hesitance. He motioned for the woman beside him to shut off the camera, which she promptly did. Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Why'd you shut off the camera?" lightsnοvεl "I'm not sure about you, but we prefer to die normally,…
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Arthur's eyes opened, revealing what seemed to be an entirely different man. It was exactly like he'd heard and experienced; the tenth floor was truly akin to rebirth. The possibilities of life were explored in depth, while the tower provided hints for one's path. However, in Arthur's case, the matter was rather complicated. Unlike in his former life, when the tenth floor recommended he focus on the path of magic, this time, it showed nothing. Not a single objective idea was discovered, with it merely…
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Second life. It was reincarnation. Not many believed in it, yet those who did know of its consequences and benefits. Reincarnation was a particularly fleshed-out concept, with many theories and opinions surrounding it. Yet, was one certain of what it symbolized? Or what one could achieve using it? Arthur was unbeknownst to it. He walked forward endlessly. After passing away, he was reincarnated on the same path. Only, this time, heavy, golden blocks weighed down on his shoulders. Three of the blocks…
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Following the initial clash, a deadly silence embraced the world. It was as if existence was dyed black and white. When color returned to the world, the results of the battle were quite evident. The sky turned ashen yet again, while the dark red hue bled out, overtaken by the blinding, warm rays of the Sun. The breeze was hot, capable of delivering severe burns on regular skin. Arthur stared blankly at the massive remains of the Devil. The latter had severe burns, while his body was ripped asunder…
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Following the impact, the storm of dust continued to enlarge before a massive wind spell released by Arthur caused it to subside, revealing the outcome of the collision. A smile remained on the Devil's face, although slightly strained. Blood trickled down its body, while a deep gash was visible on his rather unusual body, staining it crimson. "You…" The Devil spoke, maintaining the rather annoying smile on his vicious face. His voice was laced with restrained fury. Suddenly, a dark barrier formed,…
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Messages flooded before Arthur's eyes, but they didn't bother him in the slightest. He was detached from existence, from thoughts, from emotions, from reactions, from actions, from provocation… For a certain period of time, he was merely a puppet, focusing on his own goals. All distractions and hindrances were drowned out, while Arthur's indifferent gaze focused solely on the shrouded figure of the Devil. The wind, the light, the warmth, the cold, the roughness of the ground, the pain coursing…
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'It's gravity!' Arthur shouted internally, feeling an unusual suction force pulling him towards the vortex. His ice tornado succumbed to the intensity and superiority of the Devil's spell, completely dissolving within seconds. 'Someone who can beat me in terms of magic… Then again, my mana reserve is pitiful, even with the mana stone. If only I could expand my mana reserve… but I still wouldn't be able to focus too much on magic.' 'Swordsmanship is the priority, at least for now. With the Blade…
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Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions rang in Arthur's ears, the collisions growing stronger by the second. The Devil maintained a rather casual expression, simply avoiding or lightly countering Arthur's destructive attacks. "Is this all you have? Were you trying to enslave me with just this?" The Devil laughed, baring his pearly, white teeth as its eyes burnt a dark shade. "Back in Hell, I have humans much stronger than you as slaves." "I'm sure you do," Arthur replied, twirling his body to avoid a…
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