The Regressor and the Blind Saint - Chapter 212: Preparation (2)

And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

[ WARNING! MATURE CONTENT R+18 ]Synopsis:In the thousands of years of buried and recorded history, the mighty Godents—humans who arbitrarily gained extraordinary powers through a mysterious celestial body known as the Goddess—reigned supreme.After seemingly countless debates and wars of all kinds on how to maximize the utilization of the omnipotent comet that landed on Earth, the Summit Academy was thoroughly built.An academy with unique students whose words were infinitely more absolute than a mere third-world country's government...An academy where human depravity was constantly challenged and displayed against the nature of goodness...In this grand society that was founded for the sake of superficial peace and schemes in the shadows, a certain piece of information reached those in power.“The M-Rev File was lost.”A mysterious document allegedly containing critical information about the Goddess...Now presumed to be at the hands of an heir of one of the Seven World Corporations... and at the same time, a royal student in the very prestigious academy.Amidst the echoes of malice, one mercenary who appeared out of nowhere and with the questionable mission of protecting this female student was admitted.Student Name: Aeon ???Additional Information: ???However, all things considered, on Aeon's first day in this school that could decide a person's future in the blink of an eye, he received a peculiar text message—/ I miss you... /A/N: This R+18 story isn't something just to satisfy the reader's lustful nature...

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

The happiest thing in the world is to be able to amend what you have done wrong. She who acted willfully because of a game, was reincarnated into a time when she still had her parents’ love.