CheekyForehead

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

Regis stretched lazily as he enjoyed the view in the mansion's backyard garden.

The garden was composed of beautiful and colorful flowers that were surrounded by vibrant greeneries.

He was at peace just by looking at them, feeling as if nothing in the world matters.

"It's hard to believe that it has already been a year…" Regis muttered under his breath, looking over to the horizon where the silhouettes of a mountain range were present.

A year has already passed since their visit to the municipal hall of the fortress.

He, Pandora, and Killan, had also experienced rapid growth due to the countless adventures that they had gone through.

Currently, they had just finished a quest about three days ago, so they were taking the time to relax themselves.

Regis muttered as he looked at his hands which had some scars on it.

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