Kingficher

Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

The Arcane God

"Yes, master." Lester acknowledged, and walked to the empty field. After standing still for a dew seconds, he clenched his fists and said. "Let me demonstrate my sword skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and dashed towards the practice tree. When he was about to reach the tree, he pulled out his long sword and leaped into the air.

The young fighter landed on one of the tree branches and spun around a few times before landing on the ground gracefully, standing on the spot.

The long sword in his hand pointed obliquely to the ground, while a long string of leaves floated down in the air.

Looking at Lester's majestic pose, Zachar shook his head in bewilderment. "All that because you ate grilled meat just now?"

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