_Eshwar_

A boy with an unfortunately tragic past grew up into an emotionless retard and became an assassin codenamed [Stylish-Assassin], who never bothered to hide his face even at the scenes of his missions; as such, the woman who loved him from the bottom of her heart was found out by the authorities from the government, who used her to keep an eye on him and dispose of him at any given moment. He who knew learned about that for a long time decided to resolve the matters with his death being the conclusions, but what he got was far too different for what he wanted, as the 'reason' that made him want to live another day even if it had to strive for it, ceased to exist that.....
Without a reason or a will to live, he picked up the revolver held hand of his now dead 'reason' that made him want to live, and shot himself. 
What he thought was the end, 
Was instead a new beginning;
He involuntarily found himself believing that,
It was another chance in life, but 
DING-!
[Character’s synchronised story has been successfully re-enacted!]
“This scene should remain in your mind as you die. Take this as a lesson to never go against an aristocrat!” The man with a hoarse and cold voice said and slashed Mark’s eyes with his dagger.
[User, Daddy_Darkness’, customized character has been created!]
[Perfect synchronisation complete!]
[[Mutated sewage rat’s crystal] [Rank – F (-)] [Inconsumable] has been consumed!]
[[Abyssal (Ex)] has been activated!]
With a clear target for his revenge etched onto his consciousness, he set foot into a path threaded with blood and cold darkness that lead him to the very depths of the abyss as he strived to become stronger than his target, even if the path leading him held life-threatening dangers at each step.....
DING-!
[An [Unborn Tower] has begun plundering over the [Essence] from the [Assimilated] worlds]
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AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T).
Credits to the artist.

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[Saturdays I may or may not upload]

The Blind Swordsman.

Fleta stood in a boxing stance as she glared at the training dummy in front of her. It was made out of resources found in deep mines and in monsters, demonized(s), and demons; the mana embedded dummy was harder to be damaged even by a [B+] ranked hunter.

So an, approximated, [D] ranked hunter such as Fleta, wouldn't be able to damage it, not so easily.

She punched up at the training dummy's head, which was slightly taller than her, with her right hand and struck out a follow up attack almost instantly, punching at the centre of the dummy's chest.

After that, she continued to punch at the dummy without halting, making the dummy produce dull metallic silvery thungs, as if they were hit by something strong and blunt.

Seconds later, a frustrating feeling of her prey not moving welled up within her, and with a sharp and strong punch, she stopped punching at the dummy anymore because she felt like it was a waste of time.

Spar