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The life of the son of a nobleman was not as happy as others could think. With a loving but always away father, a mother who had forgotten about his existence, and a brother too busy learning to become the next heir, Rohan had the habit to live alone. 

One day, he decided he had enough and chose to live in the secondary mansion of the family, accompanied by his butler and some guards. Since his goal was to become a Warrior to follow the path of his father, he chose to train with the guards each morning when he was only 10 years old. Followed years of training, until the day to become a warrior, a mana user, had finally come. 

But it was only the beginning of his story, and even though it was easy to understand that he was a genius in the warrior path, life, was truly never easy.

Follow the tales of Rohan, roaming a world of magic populated of many races as he learn the hard way about them all. About the darkness of the humans; the haughtiness of the elves; the greediness of the dwarves; the craziness of the orcs; the shrewdness of the goblins; the deviousness of the demons; the foolishness of all living beings.

Follow his journey as he became the Master of Uradan, a world of demons that only he could go as he will, and as he become the most powerful warrior and the most terrifying wizard of the whole world.

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The Master of Uradan

Rohan looked at the sky as he was sweeping the floor. The yells of the disciples training in the distance echoed in the area, becoming music in his ears. The sun was shining through the clouds while a fresh wind brushed his air.


Somehow, the situation wasn't like the one he had expected it to be in the first place.


It was already a week since he had been captured at the entrance of this city, and also a week since he had become a slave. Or so was the name the Elder Kuud had given to him, but instead of a slave, his job was simply to sweep the floor here and there.


Since he was there, Rohan had learned quite a quantity of information about this place. The men and women wearing white dresses were the disciples of this sect, called the Sect of Averlorn. This name was simply the name of the forest nearing it. The city around the sect was the place where the families of the disciples were living while they trained their sword arts.


Chapter 129: Averlorn