JayScribe

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?'

Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. 

But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. 

To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. 

But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him.

"Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself.  The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted."

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A/N: WEIRDNESS

I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

The Stonehearted Knight

"Be careful. Remnants of divinity are still inside her!"

Wallen warned Hex before they engaged in battle. The warning also served to help Hex understand why Lira had those golden veins on her body and why her eyes were glowing.

Hex could tell with one glance that the woman before him was deranged. She wasn't the same beautiful and cheerful lady he was familiar with.

He didn't pity her. From the bits and pieces he heard from Hestia and Althea, she was one of the culprits behind the Witch's resurrection.

Lira growled at them threateningly. She stood before them with a slightly arched posture as if she had a hump on her back. Thick, viscous saliva dripped from her mouth each time she opened it.

Hex glanced at Wallen, who nodded at him. They didn't exchange more words. It wasn't necessary. Hex moved, activating his Flex Step.

Confronting a mother