Michael Miller
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'So, it turns out that my 'accidental discovery' wasn't entirely accidental at all. The applications were different but the result was the same...' This is the summary of what he had seen after reading the contents of the White Magic Combat Arts. Whoever said that White Magic was strictly for healing and re-invigorating the land is most likely unaware of this or just plain stupid. Either way, not that Ashton could blame them...this is kept as a secret for a specific reason. White Magic Combat Arts…
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Enlightenment: Complete. Reward: System Overhaul. Note: Distribution of the reward is temporarily postponed due to ongoing missions. Ashton saw this prompt and felt quite bummed, nevertheless, this was fine for him. Considering what his mission parameters were, he thought that it was better like this. Instead, he focused on his new goal... Finally understanding what he wanted for himself, Ashton felt light. His immediate goals still haven't changed, he still wants to return to Last Bastion. Now though,…
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Ashton sat on his chair as he stared at a blank space. His mind was whirring with thousands of thoughts right now but nothing could make him recover from the shock of the life he just got. Did the First Hero legit just talk to him? The Fist Hero? That Alexander Highdragon? That legendary man!? Did all of those seriously just happen? He couldn't even tell what he was feeling right now. He's shocked, furious, surprised, confused, etc. One revelation after the other bombarded his unprepared mind today. It…
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Ashton felt chills... The hairs on his body stood on end as he stared in clear disbelief at the silhouette looking with uncanny accuracy. Cold sweat poured down his back as he felt his head pounding with sinking realization. As much as he wanted to not believe this, call it all a fat lie, at the very depth of his mind, a voice tells him 'I knew it!' This was a fucking nightmare. No...it was reality. The truth of this ugly world that he lives in. The miserable fact that he's now aware of. "You must be…
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Ashton had a similar realization like this not too long ago. It was something that haunted him for weeks, making him unable to sleep properly. To think that he'd meet someone who discovered this too and probably knows more than him...Ashton felt some kind of dreaded anticipation bubbling in his chest. It's not a pleasant feeling, he'd say that much... "...we have centuries of history. Centuries of experience under the relentless oppression of the Celestials and Hypogeans. Yet somehow, even though we…
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"...phew!" Ashton let out a huff as he stared at the scene of devastation he caused. The grenade launcher was still smoking in his grasp, the wild white fire raged in his surroundings, and the agonized cries and looks of terror on the demons' faces were still visible around yet none of this bothered him. With what he just did, there's no way that any of the demons would survive. They are trapped in purifying flames and the only way for them to get out is by dying miserably. Some might say that he's…
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"...fucker's so damn persistent!" Ashton cursed as he swept his growing hair back. His body was covered in sweat, his expression was twisted in irritation and annoyance as he released his perception past the walls of the library. That Demon Prince visited the same spot again. Observing the surroundings with a despondent expression for quite some time before leaving. This had become a daily routine honestly. Ever since he got nearly caught by the Demon Prince, the latter never missed a single day to…
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Ashton's adventure in the Outside World taught him many things. He had learned a lot of things that he would otherwise never learned had he remained inside the protective bubble of the Last Bastion. One of those things is the fact that Humanity never really had an idea about the upper limits of what the foreign races can grow into... It's a common language that the strength of Demons is based on their 'maturity' represented by the number of horns they have as well as their bloodline. Angels on the other…
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Ashton's prediction was on point. The Demonic City was indeed rebuilt. He arrived here after around three days of traveling during the daytime. As soon as he saw the paved road leading down somewhere, he already suspected this. Of course, Ashton didn't infiltrate the city yet. He activated the cloaking mechanisms of his mobile safehouse and stationed it at the edge of the elevated area so he could spy on the city from above. He used the scope on the Mortal Reminder's 2nd Form - Sniper Rifle, to…
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"...fucking Cthulu Whale." Ashton grumbled as he drove the mobile safehouse. If it wasn't obvious yet, Ashton really despises the thing already. He hates everything about it; its size, its appearance, strength, tentacles, and everything that it stands for. The damn thing has been a nuisance to him these past couple of days. Every four or six hours of his sailing, the whale would suddenly appear and will try to swallow him along with the safe house. It really grinds his nerves but he had no other choice,…
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