M_Princelygance

Memories...


They are both our chains and our weapons.


Fragments of a life lost, a life that shapes us into warriors.


Bitter or sweet, they carve the path we tread.

......…......

I was nothing. A pawn in a cruel world.


Then came death—a release, or so I thought.


But fate dragged me back, into the crucible of legends.


The Academy of Heavenly Descendants.


A battleground for the heirs of gods, a forge for power and dominance.


I am Nolan, thrust into a world of myth and might.


A new body, a curse that binds me.


But I will not be broken.


In this arena of gods and monsters, power is the only law.


Strength is the only path to freedom.


I will rise, challenge the heavens themselves.


For in this realm of celestial war, I will become the storm.


The hunter. The legend.


My journey for ultimate power begins now.


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God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

Nolan screamed out in shock as he looked at Wiro, who kept looking into the distance where he was coming from.

Judging from his shaky body, Nolan could almost smell the young man's fear.

But that was exactly what was confusing him.

Just a day ago, he had beaten up Wiro's goons, thereby humiliating him.

Shouldn't he still be angry with him? Yet here he was, seemingly warning him of something grave coming his way.

It seemed impossible and most likely a ploy to trap him yet as he looked at Wiro, he couldn't believe this was acting, even for someone cunningly intelligent like Wiro.

"Calm down, Wiro. Tell me all about it!" Nolan said as he grabbed the boy by his shoulder, his hold tightening a bit to make him divert his attention from whatever he saw and focus on him.

"They're... They're already coming. I'll tell you, in my own dorm room," Wiro said as Nolan's eyebrows furrowed.

Running From Death!