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Rise Of The Powerful Husband 147: Attacks
1 Hour Before The EarthquakeA man wearing a long suit and a fine hat walked in front of the hunters. He greeted Mark Grayson with a slight nod. He also greeted the masked figure he couldn’t recognize but could tell was as strong, if not stronger, than Mark Grayson."Welcome, Brandon Stark," Mark Grayson said, shaking hands with him."I came as soon as I heard your message, but I was already at a raid, which is the reason for the delay. I hope I didn't waste too much of your time?" Brandon Stark replied."No, no, you are welcome. It would be great if you can start deactivating the barrier right away; we fear the Bloodcrest brothers have already resumed their atrocities," Mark Grayson responded.Brandon nodded, looked around, and stared at the Froster family soldiers for a second before focusing on the strong barrier that prevented anyone from entering or exiting the arena."This barrier is a pretty powerful one; only a grandmaster barrier magician like me can deactivate it. But even w
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 148: Anger
Two hours have passed at the King's arena. The hunter and the Soldiers of the Froster family have dealt with the Bloodcrest brothers with all their might and determination to fight the injustice and avenge the blood of the innocent spilled today. The air was thick with tension and the smell of blood, as the once vibrant arena now bore the scars of a brutal battle.At this moment, several Bloodcrest brothers could be seen lying on the ground, either dead or bound by chains. Their once fierce and defiant expressions were now replaced with pain and resignation.The hunters stood beside those with chains binding them, their faces strict and resolute. They showed no mercy, their eyes cold and unforgiving, reflecting the harshness of the battlefield."You bastards! You might have won today, but the Bloodcrest brothers will strike again next time with a force that even you guys will not be able to fight against," one of the Bloodcrest brothers chained to the ground said, his tone filled with
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 149: Fear
Mark Grayson was the first to notice the dark expression on Carson’s face when he turned in their direction. His first thought was that he had messed up badly! ‘Damnit!’ Mark Grayson cursed himself inwardly. He knew that Carson’s reaction would definitely not be a quiet one! The tension was palpable, and Mark's heart raced as he anticipated Carson's next move. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He could feel the sweat starting to form on his forehead as he watched Carson's every move, waiting for the inevitable explosion of anger.At this moment, Carson could be seen taking cold, deliberate steps towards the Bloodcrest brothers. There were about 30 Bloodcrest brothers alive after the others were slain! They looked at Carson as though they were seeing a madman and a demon all at the same time. One of them even started shivering, his fear evident. The sight of Carson’s unrelenting advance sent chills down their spines. They knew that they were faci
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 150: Hideout
The scene at the makeshift infirmary was one of chaos and urgency. Hunters and civilians alike were working together to tend to the injured. Makeshift beds were lined up in the open space, and people were hurrying back and forth with supplies. The atmosphere was tense as everyone scrambled to help those in need, their faces etched with worry and determination.“Careful with that leg!” shouted a burly hunter as he helped a civilian lift a wounded man onto a stretcher. His voice was loud and firm, trying to direct the frantic efforts around him.“I’m trying!” the civilian retorted, his voice strained under the weight. “It’s not exactly light, you know!” He struggled to keep his grip, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to balance the injured man.Nearby, a young woman was bandaging a deep gash on another hunter’s arm. “Hold still, will you?” she muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hands moved quickly but carefully, trying to stop the bleeding and keep the wound
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 151
The mine entrance loomed ahead, a dark, gaping hole in the side of a rocky hill. Wooden beams, rough and weathered, supported the entrance. The ground around it was strewn with rocks and old tools. The sky was overcast, and dim light barely reached into the mine's depths, creating an eerie atmosphere. The air smelled of damp earth and rusted metal, thick and oppressive.Inside, narrow tunnels twisted and turned. The walls were rough and lined with jagged rocks. Wooden planks formed a crude pathway, worn smooth by years of use. The further one ventured, the colder and darker it became, as if the mine itself was alive and closing in.In this area…Carson and Mark could be seen moving cautiously through the mine. Carson with his tall and well-built stature led the way.In his hands, light magic ball glowed, illuminating the path ahead. Mark followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the area around him."Keep your steps as silent as possible," Carson whispered urgently. "We don't know h
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 152
William stared at the scroll floating midair in front of him with a frown as he recalled Carson's words.Carson had said the scroll would only reveal its content when the world was on the verge of ending. According to him, not even William or anyone else would be able to open it and reveal its content until the time was right. It was a mysterious and ancient artifact, imbued with powerful magic that no one fully understood. As the scroll remained suspended in the air, William wondered how he would be able to read it. It seemed impossible. However, as if responding to his thoughts, the scroll unfolded with a gentle rustling sound, almost like a whisper. It was as if the scroll had been waiting for him, sensing his presence and his thoughts.On the page of the scroll was a map of Earth colored in green. However, there was a spot in the northern region with a red mark, indicating a difference. This mark was bold and bright, standing out starkly against the green. ‘Why is that place ma
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 153
As if the world was replying to the thoughts of the leader of the Bloodcrest Brothers base, suddenly, two faces popped up before them. It was the faces of the two people they wouldn’t want to see even on their death day or their happiest day.“SHIT!! We are under attack!!” the leader yelled and informed everybody.At once, the Bloodcrest Brothers packed up their things, picked up their weapons, and got ready to defend themselves. They scrambled around, grabbing guns, knives, and any other weapons they could find. Their movements were frantic and hurried.Their faces were etched with surprise and panic, not expecting to see the man they had just talked about minutes ago appear before them, alongside the boss of their nemesis. It was as if their worst nightmare had come to life right in front of their eyes. The tension in the room skyrocketed, and their fear was palpable.While the Bloodcrest Brothers were shocked beyond comprehension, the captives found a new beam of hope shining on th
Rise Of The Powerful Husband 154
Due to the invasion by the Bloodcrest Brothers, the King’s Arena tournament was canceled and rescheduled for a year later. This allowed the company time to rebuild and repair the arena that had been destroyed. The arena had been a symbol of the city's pride, hosting many events and bringing joy to the citizens. Its destruction left a void, not just in the landscape, but in the hearts of the people. As the city gradually returned to its peaceful era, families who had fled during the invasion began to return to their homes. The streets, once empty and silent, started to fill with the sounds of everyday life again. Children played in the parks, shopkeepers reopened their stores, and the hustle and bustle of daily routines resumed. The atmosphere was one of quiet renewal, with everyone busy tending to the city’s needs. Neighbors greeted each other with relieved smiles, and a sense of cautious optimism spread through the community.The townspeople worked alongside engineers, helping to r
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The world had changed, but it was slowly mending. The scars left by the apocalypse were deep, and the memories of those harrowing days would never truly fade, but humanity was resilient. Two weeks had passed since the hunters had emerged victorious from the Death Tower, and in that short time, the earth had already begun to heal.The sky was a clear blue, the clouds soft and white, drifting peacefully above a world that had been plunged into darkness for so long. The air, once thick with the stench of decay and the virus that had plagued humanity, was now clean and fresh, a reminder of the life that had been restored. Birds, absent during the apocalypse, had returned, their songs filling the air with a sense of normalcy that had been absent for far too long.The government, once crippled by the chaos, had reestablished itself. Leaders who had survived the ordeal stepped forward, determined to rebuild the world that had been nearly destroyed. They worked tirelessly, organizing effo
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William blinked as the light surrounding him began to fade, the familiar, comforting warmth of reality returning to him.The oppressive darkness and twisted landscape were gone, replaced by the cool air and the solid ground beneath his feet.He felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him, but with it came a profound sense of relief. He had won.As his vision cleared, William found himself standing at the entrance of the Death Tower, the same place where their perilous journey had begun. He wasn’t alone. Around him, the surviving hunters appeared, emerging from their own battles, their faces a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and profound relief.They were fewer in number—much fewer. What had once been a group of sixty had been reduced to a small, ragged handful. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with surprise and then, slowly, with growing joy as they realized what had happened. They had survived. They had made it out alive.Carson was the first to speak, his voice hoars
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William stared at the figure before him, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the twisted reflection standing just a few paces away. The smirk on the doppelganger's face was chilling, filled with an arrogance and darkness that William recognized but had never embraced himself. This was not just a reflection; it was something far more sinister. "Who are you?" William demanded, his voice steady, though the unease gnawed at him. "Why do you look like me?" The doppelganger tilted its head slightly, the smirk widening. "I am the Dark One," it said, its voice a distorted echo of William's own. "The force behind the apocalypse, the one who brought chaos and ruin to your world." William’s eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. "You... You’re the one who unleashed the zombies, who turned the world into a living nightmare?" His grip tightened on his sword, the blade beginning to glow faintly with the power of his blood magic. "Why? Why would you do something so monstrous?
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After venturing into the portal, the fate of all the hunters were left in their own hands. Each of them were sent to a new world to face a different challenge. A large numbers of the hunters died the moment they appeared!Some fought with their last bits of strengths, the zeal to survive pushing them further. Nevertheless most of them were unable to wrestle against their own fate. Some like Carson and Gregor survived. A lot faced unfortunate deaths, their fates ended! This was the job of the death tower after all. ....Mark found himself standing in a desolate wasteland, the ground cracked and barren, with jagged rocks jutting out of the earth like broken teeth. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur. There was no sign of life, no movement, only the oppressive silence of a world that had been long abandoned."Where am I?" Mark muttered to himself, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. He looked aroun
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Gregor awoke to a world of fire and smoke. The ground beneath him was hot, the air thick with ash and the smell of burning flesh. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the strain of the previous battles. But as he looked around, he realized that he was alone.“Carson? William?” he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames that surrounded him.He was standing in the middle of a volcanic wasteland, the ground cracked and scorched, with rivers of molten lava flowing through the fissures. The sky above was a dark, stormy gray, with ash and embers swirling in the air like a deadly blizzard. In the distance, he could see massive volcanic peaks, their slopes glowing with the intense heat of the lava flows.There was no sign of his comrades, no trace of the others who had fought by his side. Gregor clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Where am I? What is this place?”But there was no time for a
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As the hunters leaped into the light, they felt a sudden, jarring sensation as if the very fabric of reality had shifted around them. The blinding brightness enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt as though they were floating in an endless void. But then, just as quickly, the sensation ended, and they found themselves standing on solid ground once more.The light receded, and with it, the warmth that had surrounded them. Each of them opened their eyes to a new reality—one that was far from the serene landscape they had glimpsed before. Instead, they were plunged into separate worlds, each one a twisted, chaotic reflection of the challenges they had already faced. And worst of all, they were alone.Carson blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was standing in a dense forest, but it was unlike any forest he had ever seen. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the
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The robotic voice barely finished speaking when the ground beneath the hunters began to tremble violently. Before they could react, the floor cracked open beneath their feet, creating a gaping tunnel that spiraled downward into darkness. Without a moment’s hesitation, William shouted, “Into the tunnel! Move!”The hunters, their instincts honed by the countless battles they had fought, didn’t waste time questioning. They jumped into the tunnel, their bodies sliding down the smooth, obsidian-like surface as the walls blurred past them. The descent was steep, and the sensation of speed was dizzying, but none of them allowed fear to take hold. They knew that whatever awaited them at the end of this tunnel was the final challenge of the tower.The tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, the darkness oppressive and suffocating. But far ahead, a faint light appeared, growing brighter as they drew closer. The sight of it brought a spark of hope to the hunters—they were nearing the end.Howeve
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In the inferno purgatory, Willaim and the hunters heard a very loud shriek that pierce through the core of emotions and inflicts all sort of negative emotions, including fears. William quickly pun around, his eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the noise. The flames flickered and danced in the distance, casting long shadows across the cracked ground, but there was nothing else in sight.But then the shadows began to move.From the darkness between the flames, figures began to emerge. At first, they were little more than dark shapes, but as they drew closer, their forms became clearer. They were tall, towering over the hunters, with long, tattered robes that billowed around them like smoke. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but their eyes—glowing a sickly green—burned with a cold, unholy light.Each figure carried a massive scythe, the blades glinting wickedly in the firelight. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, their skel
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As William stepped through the portal, the world around him dissolved into a blur of light and energy. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were being pulled through a tunnel at breakneck speed, but it lasted only a moment. When the light faded, he found himself standing in a place that defied all sense of reality.The ground beneath his feet was blackened and cracked, as if the very earth had been scorched by an unrelenting fire. Flames flickered and danced across the landscape, casting an eerie, orange glow that bathed everything in a hellish light. The air was thick with heat, and the smell of sulfur and burning flesh hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe.All around them, the landscape stretched out in a twisted, nightmarish expanse. Jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks wreathed in fire and smoke. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, their glowing currents radiating an intense heat that made the skin prickle. And everywhere they l
