I come from a long line of 'Legandary' swordsmen lost in time and history. Apparently. But now... we're just managing members of society holding up a rundown dojo. But who the f*ck wants to learn swordsmanship these days?! No shit! We've got nukes! Choppers that rain down lead pallets! Laser technology! Fuck, I can even swear China will keep it coming!So, who the fuck would want to learn swordsmanship?! When I'd rather spend the time grinding levels on my Call Of Duty account. I was only a few more grinds before I hit the Grandmaster rank now. So many years...so many sacrifices. I gave up my first kiss for that.That was what I, Huey Blade, first son and Heir to the Blade Sword Family thought. How I genuinely felt. What I believed. What I still believe. But of course, as many other heirs born into such similar families, I had to 'uphold' some shitty tradition and keep up the lineage. To 'carry on the legacy' and some other almost philosophical sounding bullshits like that. My sti

A desolate wasteland spread as far as Lyra's eyes could see, and this was so even as her vision and visibility were enhanced even further by the interactive visor that covered her face.The neon-blue screen of her visor displayed a wealth of information, its characters and readings weaving a tapestry of data detailing the conditions within a five-meter radius of her position."Steadfast!" The man ahead of the group warned. A massive creature of an absurd size spread its ghastly maws for his head. The man raised his arm, his gauntlets whirled with an electric blue charg up to his balled fist.His fist flashed forward quickly into the spread open mouth of an Elder God. The speed was incredible, the impact even more powerful. The charged power burst into a powerful concentrated shockwave upon connecting with the creature. The Elder God had no room to even utter a sound as it's body exploded into dirty fireworks from inside, a subdued shockwave permeating the surrounding of impact.'That's

Deathly cries and ghastly screeches resounded rippled through the air.The Party ensued in a bloody battle, with each mili-second spent fighting for the next ...for their lives.Those with swords, their weapons cut apart, shredded; those wielding Spears thrust and stabbed; those with projectiles, pulled the triggers and aimed.Yet the stream seemed endless.The corpses of Elder Gods continued to mount, piles upon piles, around the group; indigo blood painting the surrounding in morbid chaos.It was pure chaos. Utter chaos.Lyra cursed and her sub-transperent dagger flashed, denting a slash against the hard exo-skeleton hide of the creatures. Their flesh far tougher than those of the Elder Gods they faced before the Den, and her lower Class Advanced-rank dagger could only leave a white slash surface wound.The Elder God screeched then lunged forward at the girl, it's massive shadow loomed over her like an inevitable omen of doom, threatening to devour her.When John appeared."Move!" H

"Y-you bastards! You're supposed to be Magic Knights; protectors of humanity, and here you are leading a whole group of people into aimless death!" The spear lady lunged forward, a sharp piece of rock adorning her left arm as she charged for the blonde Knight who remained still—a casual smile gracing his lips.Lyra's dreary eyes couldn't follow the next two seconds that came after. There was a flash, a blue saber and a vibrant trail of spurting red blood across the air as the lady's head rolled and thumped to the ground, severed from the rest of her decapitated body."!!" Lyra's heart sank with instant horror.One moment the lady was up and running, the very next her headless body fell into a pool of her own blood. Soundlessly.Any idea ...any hope of the monsters here being reinforcement or saviors were instantly tarnished that very moment.Lyra forgot to breathe. All of a sudden the domineering pain of her organs and brain swelling didn't seem so overwhelming at the face of certain

'Finally!'"It has..."'Finally! After all these years!'"...been a long time."After all the years, finally, I was back on earth!I, Huey Blade, heir to a forgotten shitty sword family set out on a journey during the early age of 13. I returned some years later only to be transported to another world...a different plane full of red and decay.And Monsters. Ugly...Ugly monsters.As I spent my time running and fighting for my life at each corner I took, I always dreamt of the day when all of it would be over and I'd finally return home, to earth.'Goddammit! Who would have thought I'd want to see the face of my shitty Old man so bad like this!'It took a while. Years. And I faced many terrible experiences of struggle throughout those years. Many times I fell dangerously close to death. Many times I was nearly eaten. Many times I fell into depravity.But then I'd remind myself, "I had to get back and show off how powerful I've become and beat the shit out of my old man" And so I contin