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Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

The day of the fifth test began with a bright sunny sky. Ethereal Forge Academy was entering the final stage of this exam. The school year was starting in a few months, there was much to do. The old man was in a VIP room with another woman. She was aged yet beautiful. Her white hair flowed down her shoulders like water down a waterfall. Her curves were voluptuous and full. She was dressed in a simple gown that had the academy's name on it.

She was facing the test grounds while the old man we have come to love so much sat next to her.

"Didier, do you have any idea the kind of favour you called in just to have fun?" said the angry but charismatic old lady.

"Shut up, witch! You do not understand my eye for talent. Brace yourself for the boy hasn't shown his true abilities, hahaha."

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