LividEdge

Every coin has two faces. Goodness is balanced by evil. Any concept has a counterpart. 


New Casablanca was the same. A fantastic city full of science and progress, yet such a dark side so dirty no one dares even talking about it. This is the hometown of a young man, Fell Pluck. Unfortunately, it was decided by the gods that he should be born in the slums of the city,  the core, where you had to fight every day in the hope of living another one. 

"Choose your path, change your destiny, show your might. Unleash your will and show them your worth. I revealed to you the way of cultivation; the rest is up to you.." A.

In the end, like a butterfly softly landing on a petal, a simple encounter can change the course of events...

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The Universe is Innately Just

Fell didn't move at all during the next minutes. His face was expressionless, and his absent gaze showed that his mind was entirely focused on the explanation of the tiny sword.

The artifact didn't have a name and was a flying sword type artifact. In fact, it was very similar to the virtual immortal's sword, expect that Fell's sword was focused around sneak attacks. With its abnormally small size, it clearly specialized in ending an opponent's life without his notice.

After a few minutes passed, he finished digesting the information related to the tiny sword; And began executing the steps to gain full control of the artifact.

To gain complete control of the sword, he needed to shelter the sword in his own body; in his Dantian, to be even more precise.

Clock Ticking Part One