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

Darkness blanketed the land once more.

Hestia asked hesitantly. Her eyes searched for hope on top of the hill. As did Althea's eyes. But no matter how much they stared, they didn't see anything.

Oron looked at them and then toward Orvyn and Adgar. Seeing them shrug, he scraped his throat.

"Ahum. Shouldn't we just go take a look? At least a few of us?"

His female teammates didn't reply immediately. They hesitated. They were torn on the inside. On one hand, they wished to know the result of the battle. On the other hand, they rather didn't know and cherished the hope in their hearts.

After a while, it was Althea who made the call. Despite some protest from the men, it was decided that Althea and Hestia would go to check the status of the battle. Only when they gave the signal would the others follow.

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