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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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Smiling Shadow

The leader looked at Hex's figure. Despite not even reaching a meter high, Hex seemed to tower over him.

His smiling shadow rose from behind him, giggling ethereally as though it wanted to taunt the leader.

He felt a strange fear grasp his heart.

In reality, the leader wasn't a coward. He had ventured through the forest alone, fighting the wild animals he came across.

Though they were nothing compared to the animals currently roaming throughout the forest, it was still an impressive feat for a normal person.

The leader had charged straight towards a wolf that was baring its fangs at him, challenging it head on. Although he was afraid, he always had the courage to stand up and fight.

That was how he got to his position in the first place.

Yet... when the leader looked at Hex, he could feel despair sprout in his heart. He didn't even understand why he was afraid or why his body refused to budge.