Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

The Vanquisher led Apollo and Layla across the plain.


"Anyways, since the two of you don't know magic, I will show you the physical empowerment sections."


"However, don't be discouraged. In reality, physical empowerment is my second greatest specialization."


The Vanquisher pointed towards a spot on the ground, rippling the space.


A hallway materialized in front of them. The flooring was wooden and the platform was wide.


On the left and right were bookshelves that were ten meters high each.


The hallway did have an endpoint, however, it was incredibly far away. If an ordinary person spent their entire lives reading, they may not be able to finish all the books.


This spoke volumes about the person who wrote it himself, The Vanquisher.


Speaking of, two books appeared in the hands of The Vanquisher.


"You are free to read any book here as you please. However, given the traits I have observed in our spar, these are my recommendations."


Complicated Books