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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

A wooden training sword flew to the air and landed on the stone ground a few distance away.

Silence permeated in the whole training hall.

Everyone halted their training and just blankly stared at the wooden platform located at the center.

On the platform were two men– one middle aged while the other was a boy.

The middle aged man was kneeling on one knee while holding his trembling right hand.

Sweat could be seen trickling on his temple as he glanced at the sword in the distance with a slight fear in his eyes.

A lazy voice could be heard from the child on the other side.

The child had blonde hair and blue eyes that were filled with boredom.

He was balancing the wooden sword on his palm, obviously playing as he glanced at the kneeling man and asked, "Aren't you going to keep fighting?"

Killing the Demonized Griffins II (fixed)