_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.

In a white room that spanned half a kilometre wide and towered over a few feet tall, wide white pillars with golden coloured rings at the top and at bottom held the ceiling and supported that massive structure, in which a calm, soft, and healing atmosphere swirled at all times.

At the east end of the room was magnanimously humble throne, on which a top bald headed, silvery white haired man sat with a soft smile on his kindly structured face. The man seemed to be in his mid forties and was seen donning a luxurious white yet humbly made robes.

In that throne room, with the man were a few, if not many knights with stern and solemn expressions behind their helmeted faces. Every knight was seen wearing armours dyed in pure white and golden colours while swords were seen hung over their waists.

A long awaited reunion.....?