Dark_knight234

*Ping!!!*

[New quest available]

[Soul reaper : collect a hundred souls in forty days]

[Penalty : Death]

[Rewards : ????]

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In a world graced with unparalleled technological advancement, his life deep within seemed to be running slow as ever. In a world where magical abilities was a norm, deep down, he felt empty and hopeless. 

Klaus Dean Jackson, a sixteen year old leading a carefree life and a subtle dream to go to the magical academy suddenly falls into a deep bottomless pit of anguish.

He finds himself to be struck by luck but this is only momentary as what the future had in store for him, he wasn't prepared for. 

Losing everything in one night including his innocence, he is poised to do just about anything it takes to set himself free from his self inflicted prison. 

But obstacles along the way push him to take a route that inadvertently brings him closer to his heritage and he discovers there's more than there is to be discovered. 

Now fueled by anger, remorse and unbridled grit, he sets out on a journey he is not sure of which road to follow. 

Who is he? 
What is he? 

These are questions he must find answers to.

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 *Warning!!*

[Host is experiencing tremendous outpour of emotions]

[Host's vital state is unstable]

[Emergency protocol will be taken]

[Demon tantrum activated]

[All stats tripled]....


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MY DEMON SYSTEM: IMMORTAL WARS

*THANKS a lot for all the support and especially to Romolus and Mike Lassiter for all the golden tickets!!


In the heart of the chamber, a tapestry of shadows and ethereal light danced, coalescing into a contract that hung suspended in the air. The lord-makers, their authority unassailable, gestured with regal poise, summoning those bound by fate to come forth and carve their names into the very fabric of destiny.


Chains that had once imprisoned them clattered to the ground like shattered shackles. The sound was a symphony of liberation, a crescendo of freedom that reverberated through the chamber. First, Blair's chains disintegrated into a shower of shimmering fragments, revealing a newfound sense of autonomy that radiated from his being.


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