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Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Was he a pawn or would he reach the end of the board and flip it over? ............. At the age of 5, Leon's parents were slaughtered in front of him, but instead of getting arrested and punished, the case was closed off, with the villains of the incident running free. At the age of 24, he had turned into a mass murderer crazy psychopath. After sending many criminals to hell, he finally got his revenge and killed the people responsible for his parents' deaths. However, instead of finding solace, what he felt was never-ending emptiness making him lose his will to stay alive. Surrounded by cops, instead of struggling he leapt off the building deciding to end his life. Alas, fate played another joke on him. He was selected by Deity and was sent to a world filled with protagonists and antagonists of urban cultivation novels. And to his utter dismay, when he woke up he found himself in the body of trash fucked by fate brutally. His mother divorced his father and remarried. His fiancee was taken away by another one. A girl whom he fell in love with later turned out to be his step-sister and engaged with someone else. His stepmother had thrown him out of the house and blocked his cards. Recounting all the bullshit, Leon finally lost his sanity. "Screw you all and Screw the world." "I wanted to have peace but since you are not going to let me in peace, you will see my dark side." Follow Leon's journey as he tramples over the so-called childrens of heaven and destiny villains, and strives to the top of the world. ................ .......... I am a complete novice. My English sucks still I will try my best. However, despite all the flaws, I hope you can give it a try.

Lonelythree · Fantasy
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343 Chs

212:The God Is Here

In the dimly lit training grounds, Seph swung his creating ripples tearing through the air.

His muscles tensed up, and his grip on the shaft of the spear tightened as he cut through the air and thrust that left several afterimages.

With a deep breath, he unleashed a torrent of swift, precise strikes, each one cutting through the air with a menacing swish.

His body moved with fluid grace, in a dance of lethal motion. With every swing, the sound of metal slicing through space echoed around him, punctuated by the occasional clash as his blade met its invisible foe. Each strike was executed with precision, leaving no room for hesitation or error.

As Seph's training intensified, the surroundings bore observers to his frightening power. The ground beneath him trembled with each forceful step, cracks forming in the earth as if unable to withstand the sheer force of his movements.