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Chapter 226 - TFF

Alan ended up bursting down the doors of all the towers, and also other places which had been pointed out to him. There was not even a piece of stronger enchantment, despite there being plenty of mass-produced ones. Their ‘king’ sure was greedy.

All through this, Mayra didn’t reappear after going to the World Temple. He wasn’t worried despite the passing of hours. Someone like Rust would hardly have the ability to mess with the System itself, so the World Temple was probabl...

Chapter 118 - Absolute Chaos, SC

This was all a bad nightmare.

Mera’s leg was torn at the knee but she barely made a sound as Mesmer Steel grew and reformed into a limb that took its place. The stolen flesh was then thrown down the swirling darkness. It was not void anymore. Something was taking place inside. Swirling lights and strange energy, a breath of a new strange being.

It was also one of the most terrifying things Sunday had ever felt in his life. Like a single but eternally protracted beat of ...

Chapter 225 - TFF

A few fools almost immediately tried to attack him, and to them, Alan showed no mercy. He was giving it in spades lately, but even being a kind of decent post-apocalyptic magical dude had its limits. It was easier to kill. A shadow piercing through the brain. Alan wondered if he could even call it shadow anymore. It was more like mana given physical form, made solid.

It fed off from the victims, even if it was just a little bit. To what end, Alan didn’t know. He was certainly not grow...

Chapter 117 - Among Giants, SC

Oswald had relished the sensation of the blood moon shining upon the world. He knew tales of the knights of old when the blood vampire queen had ruled from the Divine Realm, and sat upon her throne of skulls and darkness. It was her symbol and the symbol of their people from long ago. A symbol of ancient power and the first vampires. Long before the madness had taken the queen and the first away. Long before the gods had gone mad or disappeared.

And a mere wretch who had yet to walk on ...

Chapter 224 - TFF

Mayra watched with sparkling eyes as Alan took to the air. He stepped on it for a moment, as if it was solid, before allowing darkness to coalesce. Shadows swirled around, pouring out of each pore, and the world seemed a bit bleaker for his presence. Not to her thought. To her, he was a hope for a bright future, growth, and purpose.

The apocalypse had given her a second chance at life, and Alan was doing it again after sparing her, and showing her the twisted glimpses of her past. She d...

Chapter 116 - Black Hope, SC

The streets were littered with corpses of men and monsters. Sunday stood amidst it all, gripping his sword. The last vestiges of the red world that took over his instincts and allowed him to become more had left him and he once again felt sleep call for him.

It was a depletion of the mind. A forceful mastery over his own body and strengths caused by the Visage of the Berserk Moon and what it brought to the world that left him drained. Dancing on the edge of madness, and all it ...

Chapter 223 - TFF

It was a somewhat large man holding the axe. He was not taller than Alan, but the heavy bulging muscles, the dark bronze skin, and the bushy beard made him look quite threatening. His clothes were torn and covered in blood, and a few quite ghastly wounds were scabbing on his torso.

Currently, the hand holding the axe was frozen, and so was now the rest of the man, bound by tendrils of shadow. It was the lesser version of [Chains of the Dark Servants] Alan was using, but without creating...

Chapter 115 - Change, SC

Zihei muttered silently to himself in the dark corridor of the Arcanum. His fellow mage on duty was almost nodding off—an older Novice who had never managed to take even the second step of his rank. Guzen was his name. It was insulting to most to be put at the same level as such a person, but Zihei didn’t mind.

His mind was not on politics, administration, or scheming. No matter how often he had been instructed to handle Sunday and woo him, Zihei had always just shrugged it off or f...

Chapter 222 - TFF

NOTE: Turns out it's Covid. I'm already better, but the mind fog is not going away. I'm writing much slower than usual.

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Alan felt his mind shake as the being that had taken over the remnants of the corpse reached for his soul, and tried to pluck it by force. There were no skills to rely on, no shadows to summon. All he had was his strength of will and stubbornness.

It was a clash between two forces of similar nature, but he was like a small candle in front of a bonfire...

Chapter 114 - Strength, SC

The gaze was piercing, invasive, and wrong. Sunday felt shivers in his soul and averted his eyes momentarily. Then, as he looked again, angered by his show of weakness, it was gone.

All that remained was the chanting of the cultists, the strangle cackling of the laughing horrors, and the sounds of the ghouls dying under the vampire’s attacks or scaling the massive walls protecting Blumwin. The singular pieces of stone from which the walls were carved wouldn’t have allowed f...

Chapter 221 - TFF

NOTE: 220 had a lot of mistakes but it's edited to be better now. Sorry about that. Still in the throes of this damn virus I caught. My writing is slow, and my creativity is leaking out of my nose along with the world's oceans.

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Alan’s good mood wasn’t that affected by the grievous injuries at all. At least his current state allowed him to see the extent to which [Internal Mana Boost] aided his healing factor. It was still not strong enough to use in the middle of combat...

Chapter 113 - Double Trouble, SC

Jishu once again felt as if everything was slipping away from him. What was happening? How had his ghouls not noticed anyone coming close? There were so many! An army larger than any he had ever commanded! This… this was utterly ridiculous. Was his toying with fate by refusing to die that brought him this? Was it something else?

“Way to introduce us… What if you traumatize him with your crude ways? And do you think this is the guy? He looks worn out, like an urchin’s sock. Ugh, ...

Chapter 220 - TFF

Alan walked around the edges of the invisible circle of danger. It was already fading, but despite Rust’s untimely leave whatever he had created lasted quite a while.

He had left the interrogations to Rosalyn, and they had given quite the fruit. ‘The city’ was apparently nothing but a large Sanctuary veiled by an expensive barrier that obscured it from the sight of weaker beings. The rest of the ‘conquered’ Sanctuaries were connected to it due to a strange effect—when two Sa...

Chapter 112 - Unlucky Ghoul, SC

The walls were filled with all sorts of notable people.

Sunday watched with wonder as carts rushed toward the city gates, uncaring if what they were carrying fell out. He saw people and undead with sacks trudging on, holding all they had managed to take from their homes in their arms. It was a sad sight. A terrible sight.

Part of him, however, felt excited.

Elora was next to him, mouth agape and eyes wide. The Baron had excused them easily and had even decided to accompany t...

Chapter 219 - TFF

The man seemed almost depressed as he hung limply in Alan’s hand. It was strange. He would’ve expected more of the leader of tier twos. To reach this level of strength required quite a bit of tenacity and a lot of suffering.

A lot of self-reflection too.

Yes. Something was wrong.

The body fell apart in the next moment, turning into chunks of corroded metal that tried to fight against Alan’s mana-coated arm.

“You’re strong,” his enemy said, and Alan turned. ...

Create 111 - Interrupted Talks, SC

Sunday sat alone in his room, preparing for his meeting with the Baron. He had given up on testing the rest of the spells. They seemed trivial in comparison to the Mournful Bear and the destruction it could cause under the Berserk Moon.

It had been a couple of weeks since the accident with the vampires, and a lot had happened, so he was quite excited as the golden scroll once again unfurled before him. Last time the boost had been small, and he had two new names, perhaps the result of d...

Chapter 218 - TFF

“Is… Is that Alan?” Walter asked.

There was mumbling among all of those gathered on the wall.

Rosalyn bit her lips. That fool was going to give her a heart attack one of those days. What was he doing either way?! They were all here, preparing to put their lives on the line to protect the modicum of life they’d built with blood and tears, and he—

She exhaled. It was better this way. If he could convince them to retreat to avoid a confrontation with another tier two�...

Chapter 110 - Mournful, SC

The spells were safely left in Mera’s dungeons, despite Elora’s insistence for Sunday to attempt using them all right there. She was as excited as him and was particularly interested in the so-called Shovel. Sunday doubted it was as simple as the name suggested.

Adib had prodded and asked for more arts, but the man had no spells that interested Sunday. It was quite a disappointing shopping trip, although he was very excited about the summon. A wolf or a bear, or maybe something else...

Chapter 217 - TFF

“So much for doing good… Aah! I’m turning into a cliche villain.” Alan lamented as he checked his changed skills.

Most of the skills were not progressing in rarity or maybe power… well in power certainly since the very foundation of his magic had undergone a transformative process. Still, this was a lot of change. A flabbergasting amount. Like renovating the whole interior, only the interior was a menagerie of deathly skills.

Synaptic Failure (Rare) has become Sp...