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'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

Hex looked at the gardener with blank eyes. It took him a second to register.

"You are the Herald?" It was unknown how many reveals a person could take in a short period but Hex was certain he surpassed whatever the number was.

"I am the Herald," the gardener nodded, his eyes devoid of regret, fear, or mockery. The old man's eyes were clear and…filled with care.

"What. the. FUCK. you mean with you are the HERALD?!" All the emotions Hex suppressed inside him threatened to burst out. He had to grit his teeth and take deep breaths so that he didn't punch the man to death. He still held hope that there was some sort of misunderstanding between them.

"Exactly what I am saying. I am the Herald of the Dawnbringers, the brains behind all the events so far." The gardener explained calmly and patiently.

Hex snapped. His mind blanked. All the emotions burst out.

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