Invincible - Chapter 15: My Hands Slipped

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. However calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself and Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death for him. Only for him to wake up again on the day of.In a world of skills, titles and blessings; a smart time looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.If a wall is in front, going around is not an option. Instead batter it with your head thousands of times till either the wall breaks or you do. And gain skill levels along the way

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

“How long has it been?”10,000,000 Years, a period of time which he dwelled in the endless abyss as a captive of war.After his fall, he lost everything to the hands of those who stand above the heavens.The twelve gods of the constellations, the Primal Zodiacs!Creatures who descended down from the absolute light to consume all.He fought against them only to fall prey to their destruction, locked away in the endless Abyss.Astroth Vermont lost it all, his will, his empire, his powers and his mind, all he knew was despair.But that’s until he woke up, Returning back to the world as someone else.The Blackest Evil was reincarnated as the Tenth Young Master of the Reinhart Family.His return is going to shape the world, returning all into chaos!Will he exact his revenge?Who knows, welcome to the land of carnage

Two people, different from each other and yet quite similar. Unique, and still strangely too compatible. Special on their own, yet when together, nothing might possibly defeat them...

Inseparable, even through the vicious cycle of life and death.

Intelligent and wise, so much so that the whole world might envy her gift.

Stubborn and gentle but a perseverance so great that even geniuses would long for his finesse.

They were special. And they were also together. So the bitchy world got jealous and played his dirty tricks infamous throughout the countless tales of the world.

They were amazing, but at the end of the day, they were mortals, bound by the inseparable chains of death. So... just when they finally felt like they had everything they could ever wish for, the bastard gave them the ultimate gift and curse—a miserable end.

They died, but it wasn't the end of story though. Death wasn't enough to separate the two stubborn individuals.

They were reincarnated after cutting off the strings of fate but still, the world was a bitch, and doing nasty things was its calling.

They found each other again in a familiar world this time. From the start too.

They were happy for a moment but then they found out... they looked too alike to ignore.

The world was a jealous bitcha and they were most likely twins.

(Yeah... they still love each other.)

It would have been more than enough to separate two people with normal thinking, no? Alas for the world, they were anything but normal...

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