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

Everything was destroyed. Grindeston didn't exist anymore.

That was Hestia's impression along the way. Although she wasn't born in the town or had any family here, she had lived quite a few years in this part of the world.

The sparsely spread bushes, trees, and grassy slopes had disappeared completely.

Everywhere they looked, there were devastations, fires, broken buildings, and bodies. Many bodies. Some were whole, some were missing parts, and almost all were charred and beyond recognition.

Hestia and Althea progressed slowly. They didn't have a choice. Every path they knew was broken or missing. And it was dark. Extremely dark.

The big chasm in the middle of the hill didn't help. The closer they got to the castle, the more cautious they became. After all, they didn't know about the battle's outcome. There could be enemies waiting around.

A new dawn