Ahealm

There was a time when humans abused too much of the world. A time when Nature decided to turn against them. A time when the sentence for their sins and crimes finally came. 

It was called the Great Curse. Some would say that it was a blessing since it gave humans the mysterious energy called Mana, which made them capable of using magic. 

However, most saw it just as the name said: a Curse. 

The mana invading the world brought consequences way greater than magic. Soon, beasts called Ancients began to appear, and that's when humanity's future would change forever. Those beasts were born to annihilate humans, after all. 

Nonetheless, humans are selfish and stubborn beings. They would defy the Gods, Nature, or any supernatural being that opposed them. No matter the curse, no matter the blessing. 

That's when the Beast Hunters were born and the eternal war for the survival and supremacy of humanity began. 

Little did they know that their reaction would be the start of a tale, the tale of the Legendary Beast Hunter, the Apostle of Wrath; the man of crimson eyes and hair. A human whose hatred would break the earth apart... 

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That is my first book for this account, so thank you very much for reading this. It may have many plot holes and mistakes, so I am sorry may any of these appear. 

As you might notice while you read the first dozens of chapters, my English is not perfect, maybe worse than average since it is not my native language. 

If you see any grammatical mistakes, please scold me so I can get better and better for the next chapters and books coming ahead xD

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I do not own this cover, though I made some changes. If you are the artist, kindly send a message and I will take it off right away and apologize.

The legendary beast hunter

"A baker? It probably would make you more pathetic, to be honest," he heard a voice coming from above, but it didn't startle him.

"Hey...", he said without taking his eyes off the ceiling. "You barely talk, you know? Why is it that, whenever you finally open your mouth to say something, it is always something so mean?"

"It's because idiot things annoy me and I can't stay quiet before idiocy. I need to say something to feel better."

"That's truly mean. Also, don't mess up with bakers. It is a good job."

"By no means I am mocking bakers. I am saying that you, and especially you, would be quite pathetic doing so."

Mark only sighed and rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood to discuss about such things with that inflexible woman. He knew he would lose, anyway. He wasn't the best person at handling arguments

Pan entered the house from the same window he broke, like a discreet thief.

Approaching danger