Patricia Johnson
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...... "..." Azmodeus watched the Direwolf tear out the innards of its prey, reminded of just what lay in store for those who weren't strong enough to fend for themselves in this cruel world. He recalled a time not too long ago, when he was lying on the ground just like the rabbit. He thought about the helplessness he felt when he was in a similar situation, as that was all it took for his gaze to harden. His emotionless eyes stared at the Direwolf like a predator who had found its next…-
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....... After the first few system notifications, Azmodeus clicked the option that said, 'Choose to Absorb Stats'. Following the clicking of that button... BLING! Following these system notifications, Azmodeus felt another wave of power rush over him, as he wasted no time and continued his hunt, aiming to reach Level 3! ... A few minutes passed by as he was ultimately able to kill another four creatures that lived in the forest around his 'house', namely, a small yellow…
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... Two very different buttons appeared in front of Azmodeus, making it clear that he was expected to click one of them. "I am looking for direct strength right now, and I doubt that a turtle could give me much in terms of abilities, so I choose this one..." His voice echoed out while his finger had already found its target, namely, the first button that read, 'Choose to Assimilate Stats'. BLING! After his finger made contact with the button, a bright light flashed, and his body was…
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...... "How is this possible...?" Azmodeus didn't even know how to quantify his confusion over what was happening... He was cleaning up the Sect grounds when he was attacked by his elder sect brother, 'Yang Cheng'. He died. He came back to life. Time was somehow rewound by two years. Some new existence calling itself the 'Infinite Evolution System' invaded his mind and spouted all this ludicrous knowledge. And now his strength soared due to what he assumed to be the system's doing! "..."…
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***** "...Haa!" Azmodeus awakened in a cold sweat. After which, he gauged his surroundings, only to find out that he somehow made his way back into the shed that he stayed in while living in the Yang Sect. "What happened?? I'm not dead??" He asked with a bewildered expression. One second, he was on the ground with a gaping hole in his chest, and the next, he found himself on his thatch bed with the same rundown shed shielding him away from the world. "Did I not die??" He tried to figure…
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The wind was blowing hard on a certain day in the Yang Sect, as a young boy around fourteen years old was standing in the middle of a wide, messy courtyard, surrounded by hundreds of dark red and yellow eastern-style buildings. "Just another day of sweeping..." The boy muttered with a self-deprecating smile plastered on his average face, his hands skillfully moving a broken broom around the courtyard. - This boy's name was Azmodeus; he had no last name, and for his entire life, he had been working…
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