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Chapter 81

Hopeless. 

There was no other word to describe it. 

The last of their defensive positions breached, overrun. And was it any wonder? Where they’d been expecting to defend against near endless hordes of mindless fodder, they’d instead been met with a coordinated assault.&n...

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Chapter 80

It wasn’t long before the vessel was sufficiently pliable. 

Warped and corrupted by her prolonged ministrations, until it personified the sordid depths that would best serve her needs. A ravaged display of wicked barbarity at first glance, the flayed and clearly tortured specimen lyi...

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Chapter 79

The freshwater swamplands to the east of the sheer spine mountain range, are a virulent breeding ground for infection and disease. 

A forested wetland whose malformed Cypress’s range between varying stages of decay. 

The taste of airborne rot contrasting the budding scents...

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Chapter 78

Flight Lieutenant Lucile led her windstorm griffin familiar—aptly dubbed “Little Lucy,” for how darn cute she’d been in her infancy—through yet another sweeping circuit. 

Biting her lip as, from nearly a kilometer up, all things told, she and her team scoured the ravaged tund...

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Chapter 77

The ground visibly quaked as, from almost a hundred feet up, the lion king’s prodigious bulk landed on the flat of the grasslands proper. 

A low, rumbling growl reverberated from its deep chest, easily as wide around as she was tall. 

Thunderous. 

Like the dark ...

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Jun’s POV (16)

Whoever claimed crime doesn’t pay should probably take a good long look at the frankly obscene amounts of “pay” I made off with, after only a single well planned heist. And then maybe think long and hard about their stance on so called morality. Not that something so plainly false would...

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Chapter 76

The day was unpleasant. That much was obvious. 

A dry sort of heat. 

Like sticking her head directly into a baker’s oven, then throwing the rest of her body in after, just for the sake of consistency. From a clear blue sky, a burning ball of hate beat down on their arena t...

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Chapter 75

The drake could sense he was doing something and clearly recognized the threat G. Jun posed. 

Something he’d been hoping distance and arrogance would prevent, much like it had with the Undying Lich. In retrospect, he supposed he’d been the arrogant one, to think such a con...

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Jun’s POV (15)

Slamming head first into the bubbling iron cauldron, Jun, in turn, drenched those witches in the nearest vicinity with all its boiling contents. 

Those he didn’t bowl over with his still flailing body outright, that is. With a sharp crack, Jun came to a sudden, explosive halt, collid...

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Jun’s POV (14)

Jun stared at the words for an unknowable amount of time. 

Scouring them. Imprinting them. Burning them into his mind. 

He thought he should feel something. Remorse perhaps? All laid out on paper like this, his actions weren’t exactly the noblest sort. 

And yet ...

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Jun’s POV (13)

It hadn’t taken much to overpower the soul of this body’s previous inhabitant. 

The patriarch’s brat had been weak. Pitifully so. 

Oh, they say he would’ve made for a “great man” some day. Indeed, they said a lot of things. A kind and just ...

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Chapter 74

Sand whipped past as they skimmed across the rising black dunes, barely a few meters off the ground, all things told. 

Their speed such that the desert appeared to undulate beneath them, a rippling sea of charcoal granules baking under the intensity of the noonday sun. The gale force w...

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Chapter 73

Pale faced and trembling, Meredith stared up at the high balcony where the princess, the demon, and the poacher reclined. 

Her drink long forgotten, the familiar weight of a hand on her shoulder had the effect of accomplishing what slowly slackening fingers could not. The shatter of gl...

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Chapter 72

“What do you think?” asked Eleanor, crouching over the glistening pile.

“I think it’s insane you’re even considering this,” R. Jun replied.

“But can’t you feel it? They’re practically overflowing with soul energy! You’ve seen the kinds of things some ...

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Jun’s POV (12)

Jun didn’t mind his leisurely pace so much, as he rode past expansive rice fields, humble domiciles, and sun tanned farmers in their conical hats—already hard at work, having risen with the light of dawn.

He found the scenery gorgeous within this trial world—sweeping fields, expansiv...

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Jun’s POV (11)

“You’re scared,” he said, like it was a fact. “It’s understandable. We all are, to one degree or another. The total annihilation of the Black Sons was a shock to everyone. That it happened over the course of a single night, even more so. It was not something any of us expected, I’m su...

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Chapter 71

Eleanor deftly evaded yet another colossal downward strike. 

Like a dancer, she moved with the seismic tremors that followed, sidestepping three other such attempts to smash her flat. Yet even as she stepped, twirled, and slashed with practiced ease, Eleanor keenly felt like a fish out...

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Jun’s POV (10)

The young man froze, slowly turning to scrutinize him far more skeptically than before.

“I… I’m sorry?”

“Ah, no worries lad. All’s forgiven. There was no harm done, really. A bit taxing on these old bones of mine, I suppose but, other than that….”

The two locked ...

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Jun’s POV (9)

Things were… actually going surprisingly well. 

He found it entirely too suspicious. Still, given the unimaginable harvest he’d reaped, he figured this burst of productivity was well worth whatever calamitous disaster loomed on the far horizon. &nbs...

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Jun’s POV (8)

For the briefest moment, when he first opened his eyes, only to see the blank void surrounding him on all sides, he worried that he’d somehow wound up right back in the middle of that unreal space between restarts. 

The spike of fear he felt at the thought he’d be forced to do all ...

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Jun’s POV (7)

Goro tore across the sandy arena like all the gates of hell were at his back. 

Crossing hundreds of meters in the time it took for Jun to fire off a single beam, planting a massive fist into one fancily armored cuirass, and punching—who he was just going to assume was this Grand Duke...

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Jun’s POV (6)

Jun rose to his feet and, on instinct, shuffled over to stand next to Goro. 

The bovine man’s massive frame was already upright, his eyes fixed on the approaching contingent of guards. And more specifically, on the lone man at the center of their formation. He was tall for a human, m...

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Jun’s POV (5)

Floating in the endless void, Jun thought about a lot of things. 

About his friends, about his enemies, about the weeks, going on a month now, he’d spent attempting this trial. The large majority of that time spent opposite a crotchety old woman with a penchant for provocation—play...

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Jun’s POV (4)

“W-well, that was a grand w-w-waste of time.”

“What was that?” hissed the amiable snake man.

“N-nothing,” Jun replied, trying and failing to repress a shiver.

He sneezed. Snorted. Wiped away the warm, dribbling excess with his tattered, moth eaten sleeve.

D...

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Jun’s POV (3)

You have been found lacking during the Stage of Gathering.

Thankfully, failure is admissible in those young and uninitiated. In that way, some amount of leniency is not only allowed, but encouraged.

 

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Jun’s POV (2)

Jun nearly jumped out of his skin when Goro’s rumbling baritone snapped him from his gawping.

“It would be best not to linger. More are sure to arrive soon,” he gestured at the door they’d just entered from. “If you will follow me, I can get you situated. Somewhere to train, away ...

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Jun’s POV (1)

Who knew bending the fundamental stuff of reality to make cool shooty laser eyes would be such a major pain in the ass? 

You’d think if they were called the “building blocks of creation,” they’d be easier to line up in a row. Not so, it would seem. Either creativity was dead on...

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Chapter 69

From the second they stepped foot on the hundredth floor it was apparent that something was off.

If the sickly green flames that flared to life from the many brasiers lining the walls weren’t indication enough, the half-skeletal figure reclining atop its throne of bones should’ve been ...

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Chapter 63

Ignoring S. Jun’s rather colorful language, as he described, in livid detail, just what he thought of this whole fifteen second swap idea, Jun briefly took a second to catch his bearings.

That was when stinging lines of pain brought to his attention the bird-like figure hovering up above...

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Chapter 70

Jun deftly veered away from the skull shaped fireball—quick steps and acrobatic contortions winning him the day—careful to give the licking green tongues of necrotic flame a wide birth.

It only took a brief introduction to the wonders of necrosis and its myriad effects, to recognize th...

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