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Martial Arts System

Kurogami Ichiro was desperate because he couldn't achieve what he wanted when he once started his martial arts path at age of 8! 35 Years he spent training and honing his martial arts, but he always felt like he was born in the wrong era... And fate played its tricks and Ichiro lost his life while saving a young girl's life and no matter how much he trained his martial arts. He couldn't escape from death. But.. his story didn't end there... He reincarnated to a different world where martial arts and people with strength are targets of admiration... Can Ichiro finally reach his dream while having the assistance of the Martial Arts System? Martial Arts System seemed simple at first... But Ichiro will slowly find out... That the Martial Arts System is far from simple. ________________________________ Disclaimer: The cover is my own, made by Dini Marlina __________________ https://www.patreon.com/aesirproductions Me, alongside my friends, decided to create a novel. Please, check it out, and support if you enjoy it. I can promise, it's going to be a wild ride.

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Supreme Leader of The Ones Who Are Hiding In The Dark.

Abyss slowly opened his eyes, which had a tinge of old age. He was sitting alone in his room in Fang's Martial Arts School.

There was a wooden desk in front of him, which was completely empty.

The room was colored on a hue of yellow, coming from the lamp, which was hanging from the ceiling.

There was a separate room, which was a bathroom, which consisted of a sink, toilet, shower, and bathtub.

*Tap* *Tap*

Abyss' index finger kept tapping the wooden desk; it was only sound coming in the room, except a calm breathing noise coming from him.

The sun went down a long time ago, and moon was already high in the sky.

''Sigh...'' He opened a cabinet and took a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into a glass cup.

His lips contacted the glass cup, and the liquid started pouring down on his throat. He emptied it with a single gulp and put the cup down to the desk.

Slowly, his powerful eyes started weakening in strength.