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Nameless King

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Arlemit · Fantasy
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The Way to the Blacksmith

The man with thick black hair slowly opened his eyes as he rose from the bed with a confused look while holding his head with his hand as if hungover.

"Fuck... What a headache... My head is about to explode..." Wain muttered with a frown at the unpleasant pain.

Wain lowered his gaze as he looked down at his body. His torso was bandaged in many places, and some of it was soaked with dried blood.

'Well, it looks like I got hit pretty hard... Prima... She was unexpectedly strong... Damn, I'm still not strong enough to make the Top 10. How was Sven Top-1? Huh, that's fucking crazy, he's definitely a monster.' Wain muttered inwardly with a bizarre smile on his face.

Crackling.

The wooden door opened as a short girl stepped inside. She had red hair, amber eyes, and cat ears, but unlike Fosko or Skyla, part of her body was covered with short, soft fur. She was holding a tray of new bandages, herbs, and several potions.