“Now that you've awakened, it's time to choose a path for yourself. Be careful when choosing a path as you'll be unable to reverse your choice.” [The Path Of The Destroyer — The one who brings death and carnage. Wide range of destruction based abilities, terrifying aura and attacking power.] [The Path Of The Constructor — The one who builds and creates. Wide range of repair based abilities with some related to reality warping, and even absolute regeneration capabilities.] [The Path Of The Villain — The one who is against all without sentiments, owning a vast range of versatile abilities and a set of powerful evolution roads.] [The Path Of The Hero — The one who aids all and defends. The guardian of it's light and truth, a truly powerful path for one who has a resilient heart and a strong thirst for battle with a variety of skills.] [The Path Of The Chaotic — Vile, crazy, demonic and immoral. The chaotic path is for those who are drunk in the demonic pleasure of unhinged destruct
Arthur dashed forward, appearing metres away and closing the distance between the Iron Hooves and himself in an instant. The ground behind him was shattered from his dash due to his risen strength. In three more steps, he arrived directly behind Aaron and Lilith, leaving everyone stunned. His speed and strength had increased from his path choice, and so had his attack power and reaction speed. Arthur dashed to the side, dodging a metal spike that would have pulverized him if his movements were just a second slower. As soon as he landed, he dashed into the monster's attack range. [Dragon Guard]!— Although he had traded all those capabilities for defense, Arthur still rocked his class as a warrior. He still had a lot more cards irregardless of the weaknesses he'd obtained from his newfound power. The Iron Hooves roared crazily as it spat out bullets of metallic bulbs at Arthur, but due to the latter's high reaction speed, he easily weaved through the attacks and pressed on wit
Arthur watched the door to the gates close with the others. Although the process was tiring and boring, they were all forced to stand by until the end. That end, is the minute the gates itself crumbled away. "Oh, great great. It's gone now, so wonderful. Can I run off to get some food to eat?" Aaron cried out the second the gates disappeared, then, before Drake or anyone else could react, he merged with the shadow cast by Arthur over him and disappeared. "Huh? Where does he think he's running off to like that? Shouldn't he sit down and rest some more, or was he too inactive in the fight to sustain wounds." "Sneaky freak, do you want to die? If you run past the door, I'll smash your teeth in anytime I find you." Her eyes gleamed crazily as Felicia drew out her bow and after nocking in an arrow, she fired at the escaping shadow without hesitation. With just a quick dash to the side, the ball of shadow that housed Aaron dodged the arrow then took form just a few inches away. It
"Oh, they're back already. Hey, Arthur! We were just talking about you." A tall and charming young man around Arthur's age spoke up as he approached the frowning duo with a wide grin on his face. "Bran, what do you want? Get out of my way before I slam your face into the hole you crawled out of. Those two minions of yours stink." Arthur threw a glance at duo standing besides Bran, and his lip corners raised. The girl and a boy who Arthur understood to be twins stood besides the grinning Bran who flaring eyes, but they were unable to do anything rash. In the face of a student who'd already surpassed Lv3, they were trash. "Hahahaha, bulling the weak? That's not like you, my friend." Bran took a step forward and reached out his hand to touch Arthur, wearing a smirk on his face, "I wonder what you've earned from that dungeon." Arthur smacked away Bran's arm, and in the blink of an eye, his expression turned somewhat ugly. He was genuinely not too shocked that Bran would know, but t
"Heh, are you cowering back in fear? Why don't you guys attack me now that I've beat up all your crooks without breaking a sweat?" Arthur grinned, taking a step forward with his eyes gleaming demonically. "H–hey, get away from me! What kind of power did you guys get from that dungeon? Did you jump two more levels or something!" Bran roared, taking his step back and hiding himself behind the twins. He had just became a level 5, he knew that it would be beyond his capabilities going against his own team if the team came. Because of this reason, Bran knew he was levels beneath Arthur. "You see how pathetic this rat is? Did you not enjoy bullying those even more pathetic weaklings? Did a show of strength frighten you so much?" Arthur had no intention of holding back, he kept poking at Bran's pride ruthlessly. "Damn you! How dare you insult master so much just because you're strong! You're a disgrace to those who hold power and sit at the top." One of the twin, a male shouted at the top
Arthur stepped out of the shop to see Lilith waiting at the front for him. She was eating some kind of sweet and seemed to not have noticed Arthur's appearance until he was just a few steps away from her. "You're done already? That was quite fast. When will you come back to pick it up? A day? Two days?" Lilith asked, genuinely curious on how they could fix such a weapon — a shattered masterpiece. "None of your business. I'm going home, and please I don't need any more of your questions." Arthur rolled his eyes, then walked past the still Lilith. He didn't run off this time to conserve energy. If he got home, he would take a long nap then get just a few bowls of food to eats, and maybe train a bit. The issue relating to the bad feeling would be dealt with at another time. He wasn't a tank, so he needed rest. Well. He wasn't a tank, yet. "Excuse, just one question. I won't say another word if you can answer this." Lilith pleaded whilst walking by his side, her brows knitted and li
"So, do you live here alone? Where is your guardian? I can only find a few old photos here, doesn't she stay in the house for a long time?" Lilith returned the framed photograph she'd picked up and asked Arthur with a frown on her face, confused and curious. "I live here with my mother, and of course she doesn't stay at home much since she's always out on quests to feed the family." Arthur rolled his eyes as he lifted the lid of the pot, letting steam rise up before closing the pot again. Sweat had began forming on his palms. It was mainly due to the heat from the pot. It was still hot, but Arthur had to check on it every three minutes to ensure it didn't get overcooked or undercooked due to his negligence. It wouldn't be a funny sight. "So most of the time, you're alone correct?" Lilith had the frown glued to her face as she bent down to pick a second framed photo. In the photo, Arthur was raised up and hugged tightly in the woman's arms. "Yes." Arthur turned around, then afte
"Sigh. I should sit down and rest." Arthur dropped the letter to the ground, then sat down on a nearby couch to shut his eyes and rest. His head was throbbing a bit from all the thinking, so he needed to relax. As for joining a guild? He was going to trash that idea without even blinking. From his past experiences with this same guild, he wasn't even difficult for him. All he needed to do was think about it once, then settle it. Although any normal warrior would have jumped at the thought of getting themselves roped into a guild by a leader himself, Arthur understood how delicate this trap was. It was all just bait to lure in talents as soon as they bloomed — inexperienced newbies. The tactic allowed the guilds to remain at the top, just collecting dumb talents and honing their power for the benefits of the guilds. Once a talent has burned out it's usefulness, it either gets kicked out somehow or— Arthur rubbed his eyes, then loosened his tensed up muscles as he calmed down his Q
"Hehe, the idiot must have noticed the death of his followers by now and must have understood that his target is being assisted by a powerful entity." Rylex chuckled to herself. Her face was vibrant and she was brimming with energy and excitement. "…" Syx turned her head to face Rylex, staring at the side of the goddess's face. Her glowing eyes flashed as she collapsed into the sea of thought, and in a flash, her expression went blank. "It won't be long until he starts to feed me more of his stronger followers, each of them as a probe to guage my strength." Rylex rolled her eyes with a sneer, her aura was shrouded with arrogance and pride, "Unless some elder god were to make their move, even the god of death himself would he unable to stop me." She was a bit pumped, and it showed with her not even trying to hide it. After a few seconds, she was finally able to calm herself and pick up her speech. "If not for my inability to leave Jack here and just—" Rylex paused, her brows furr
"Is she doing okay now? The monsters have already been cleared out, and your father is probably awake now." Luke said as he sat besides Fay who was watching Meng sleep.Fay sighed before turning to face Luke with a bright smile on her face. "Meng Meng's doing fine for a fairy her age. She'll be up in a day or two." Fay answered as she grabbed Meng's little hand.Luke smiled broadly before rising up, and looking outside through the open window. His eyes narrowed as it locked upon the silhouette of a creature watching them from afar."Say, what actually made you guys to remain here instead of heading back home." Luke looked over his shoulder to Fay and asked."That's top secret, but I think you should know." Fay sighed heavily before continuing with a frown, "There's a powerful universal weapon hidden here in the capital. was found by Meng and I after stumbling on a secret dimensional portal inside one of the hidden castle rooms.""Would you mind telling me what you saw in the dimensio
Luke hunched over, panting as his eyes swept across the bloodied battlefield before locking on the the dead body of the almighty dimensional phatom stone golem.[You have surprisingly been true to your words before a lower-lifeform!][Royal Charm Instant Rank Up!][Respect +10]"Damn, after all that honesty, I didn't get a new skill? Why is this system wicked to me all of a sudden? Who cares about levelling up? I have !" Luke muttered before straightening his back with a slight frown on his face as he let out a low sigh. Before Luke was badly mutilated body of the dimensional stone phatom golem which lay motionless on the ground alongside it's dead minions. "He actually defeated that dreadful dimensional monster, and even had been toying with it this whole time!" "That prince actually didn't move! He really subdued the powerful monster without moving from the spot!""Almighty prince Luke, almighty elven god! Invincibility under the heavens!"The awe-filled cheers of the human soldi
Mylos clung unto the walls of a tall building, gazing past the massive fence to view the plethora of houses before him. With his demonic vision, he was able to see objects metres away as if they were just an inch away from him. "Just a few hunters patrolling by that alley to the west. I should be able to avoid them if I'm careful. What I need now is a place to stay the night." Mylos spoke softly with his head bowed in thought, and brows knitted. In his bag, he had some “credits” which humans deemed useful for transactions. He calculated having enough for more than a few months of rent, but decided on paying for just a few nights since he would be mobile. "I can also last some weeks more without any food, but I'll be forced to find a meal if I get too weak from these hunger pangs." Mylos frowned, then he shook his head and clenched his right fist, "Let me get away from here." As soon as Mylos clenched his fingers digging into the wall into a fist, he crushed a part of the wall
A young boy ran briskly through a forest with a frown on his extremely handsome face. He was wearing a plain black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head to cover his hair. Strapped to the side of waist was a sword still in it's sheath. Everytime the boy's feet landed on the ground, he would appear metres away in the distance like a phantom without even leaving an afterimage. It was as if he was using a strange version of teleportation. Chasing after him was a blue haired girl on a bike were a crop top and a short shirt. A large claymore was strapped to her back, but it wasn't sheathed, boldly displaying it's blade. The dark grey blade of the claymore which was riddled with glowing green runes gave off an intimidating and dangerous vibe to whoever set their eyes on it. From the size alone, one could only imagine how powerful the wielder must be to have the ability to use it in a battle. The forest today was exceptionally quiet except for some tweets from the scarce birds f
"Sit." Mylos blinked, then sat down on the chair facing that of his father. He stared into the man's eyes, his brows were furrowed and shoulders tense. He seemed anxious, but did not give himself away with any strange action. "Father, I—" The Chaos Eminence waved his hand, causing Mylos to shut his mouth and look away. After he had given his son the signal to shut his mouth, the Chaos Eminence drops his hand and laid it upon the table between them. "Don't bother yourself…" The Chaos Eminence sighed as he closed his eyes and laid back in his seat, "A large number of them had attacked the building you told me you would hide in. I guess, that was a very smart move." "No father. This has gotten to something beyond what I am able to handle." Mylos cut in after listening to all his father had to say, his brows still furrowed as he was still in deep thoughts, "I believe you know what I saw there." The Chaos Eminence smiled warmly as he picked up a glass cup filled with water and
“Clang!” Dancing under the moonlight, the sparks of their blades clashing lit up the scattered shadows. Blood was sprayed all over the auditorium walls, and charred markings were blasted all over the exquisite ornate doors. Dead bodies lay on the ground — most mutilated, while some were burnt to a crisp. Their swords were shattered and their armour rent with claw marks over the metallic surface of the metal. “Clang!” In this blood soaked scenery. The duo clashed without a second of relent, their attacks and counterattacks looked perfectly synched — fluid and graceful, without a second of hesitation or stagger, nor a shred of relent. After seconds of clashing fiercely, they pulled away and gave some space for breathing. Finally, the faces of both swordsmen were revealed as the gleam of the moonlight shone on them. "Haha! Sword Eminences are truly annoying creatures, I don't even have the chance to breath." Standing in the moonlight with his head slightly bowed, he grinned
Mylos had gotten himself accustomed to the relentless attacks from demons. He believed that they were drawn to his hidden ability somewhat, and must want it for their worthless selves. He could do nothing about it. "I have been promised ten thousand gold Yreo for your wretched head, youngling. It's a shame I was too late in reaching you, or you would have made me easy gold to last more than a few years." Mylos smirked coldly as he held his sword, not making a move as he scrutinized his opponent. Alas, his little head carried a heavy bounty which numerous hunters gunned for despite his status and reputation. For that only, he'd been constantly attacked by troupes of hunters in unison with the demons after his ability. He had never been allowed to rest with their targets behind him, and had been killing attackers left and right. Although he never thought that the demons would also gain a reward for hunting him. He believed that only the hunters from other dumb races were after his
Silence. The winds were agitated, and so were the steeds risen by the Imperial Flame Army. The vast plains was shrouded in an icy mist, and one could spot a few decapitated bodies scattered throughout the battlefield with a few limbs torn off. Holding the reins of his humble steed, Yin Huo who wore an emotionless mask, cast his gaze over the vast horizons. After a few seconds, he finally stabilised his armoured stallion was. "Esteemed Southern Commander, Yin Hou! We have already received estimates of the enemy's total forces." A short and stout bearded man who rode a dark stallion inched over and whispered in Yin Hou's ears, "The army seem to be marching over in this direction…" Yin Huo paused. His emotionless eyes suddenly began to flicker with a righteous light, and from those short flickers were birthed wild flames. "Heh." Yin Hou opened his mouth to speak in a deep and cold voice, his gaze held over the vast horizons, the plains devoid of human life or activity.