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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

Looking at the white glow on his body, Regis closed his eyes.

He softly muttered to himself as he carefully submerged himself in the ethereal feeling as his aura circulated in his body.

The feeling of incomprehensible lightness overwhelmed his entire being.

'I feel as if I can reach the sky in the blink of an eye or… even travel around the world in the span of a second…'

It really was an unearthly experience.

The sublimity of the experience was spoiled by the deafening roar of the monster.

With a frown on his forehead, Regis looked at the monster with calm eyes that also emitted a white glow.

The monster pawed the ground forcefully as hatred surged within its eyes.

Both of its arms were no more, its regeneration seemed to be unable to recover this type of injuries.

Now, it didn't have a choice anymore but to tackle the fly in front of it with its full power.

Strange Cave