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109 ISSUES
The Godly Sword Man

The legacy ceases, talents dwindle, progress lags, ascent to the pinnacle seems unattainable.

Within the initial month, disciples joining the Godly Sword Peak fled in droves, gravitating towards other peaks, leaving only Danwu behind.

Half a day ago, the blind old man reached the end of his lifespan, transcending into the Dao, in a grand blaze of transcendence, reduced to ashes, leaving this mess of Godly Sword Peak to him.

The remaining peaks already deemed the existence of Godly Sword Peak redundant, aiming to reclaim ownership and divide the resources.

The old man's transcendence removed their inhibitions, and soon, they dispatched an ultimatum downward.

Tonight marks the moment when the remaining peaks will reclaim ownership of Godly Sword Peak.

"Perhaps it's best to relinquish Godly Sword Peak and find solace in seclusion within the woods to cultivate," Danwu sighed, swallowing a gulp of fiery liquor, dispersing some of his melancholy.

Enthralled by the island's captivating vistas, a young youth perched by the window, his eyes shimmering with intrigue, softly murmuring to himself.

"Is this the game... a chance to witness and experience diverse landscapes, a reflection of life?"

His fingers instinctively clenched, imbued with a newfound sense of vigor.

It was an intriguing sensation, akin to a person with disabilities suddenly experiencing the abilities of the able-bodied. A reality plagued by the torment of illness made her deeply resonate with this newfound experience.

However, in this present era, facing the remaining nine peaks and the old man claimed he possessed the potential of an ancient sword immortal. Could he truly make a difference on his own?

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Nine Lunar Cycles of A Youth's Tireless Toil Ends

In an abode of industry, a youthful figure diligently plied the keys of an apparatus, casting intermittent glances at the chronometer then redirecting his gaze to the illuminated screen, resolutely continuing his labor. For an extended span, he had inhabited this domain. When the cloak of night descended at the ninth hour, the young man retraced his steps homeward to a modest dwelling, observing it pensively, murmuring softly, "At last, the cessation of labor. Time hath traversed significantly—approximately nine lunar cycles, if my calculation holds true."

In the sanctum of industry, a young soul diligently plied the levers of a contraption, stealing fleeting glances at the timepiece before fixing his gaze upon the luminous screen, steadfast in his duties. For an enduring span, he inhabited this realm. As the cloak of night fell upon the ninth hour, the young man retraced his path homeward, towards a modest dwelling, contemplating it gravely, murmuring softly, "At length, respite from toil. Time has journeyed notably—nearly nine lunar cycles, if my estimation holds true."

Surveying his surroundings, he acknowledged this domain yet remained unaware of its precise nature. Nine lunar cycles had passed, yet the fate of his kin—parents and a younger sibling—remained shrouded beyond the distant horizon. Mio lamented, "Ah, might a return to them be within my grasp?"

During these cycles, sporadic were his ventures into the sacred confines of the system's training ground, seeking enhancement for his physical form. Despite the ordeals, Mio did not shun these physical trials.

Glancing at the calendar, he pondered, "On the morrow, the seventh day dawns, offering reprieve. A fitting time to revisit the training grounds anon. Therein lies the quest to fathom the realm of this Kamen Rider."

Fatigue weighed upon him, and he succumbed to slumber upon the bedstead. At dawn, Mio awoke invigorated, hastening through his preparations, nourishing himself, and setting forth towards the training ground.

After sixty intervals, he emerged, bearing bruises upon his physical frame, his stride faltering. Providentially, the system's healing enchantment swiftly mended him. The vestiges of injury vanished, and Mio continued upon his path.

Gazing upon the vast expanse, he contemplated deeply, "Which realm does this encompass? Shall unveiling accompany the pursuit of this quest?"

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Cesur Ruhlar

Gözlerin, karanlığı derinlemesine aramakta, öyle değil mi? Hafifçe titreyen narin parmaklarınla bu kanlı sayfaları çevirmen, karanlıkta kaybolmanın cazibesine kapılmana neden olmuş olabilir. Gözlerindeki derinliklerdeki ışıltıyı hissedebiliyorum. Ancak bu ince, çelimsiz parmakları bu kanlı sayfalara dayamadan önce, düşünmelisin. Belki de bu dünyanın kapılarından geçip, gözlerini bilinmeyenin karanlığına açmak istiyorsun, başka bir dünyada soluklanmak istiyorsun. Ya da belki de tanrıların bile korktuğu, savaşların destansı dansını izlemek istiyorsun. Sonsuz şiddetin ve iyi ile kötü arasındaki mücadelenin kan gölüne dönüştüğü bu denizde yelken açmayı hayal ediyorsun. Dikkatli olmalısın, bu karanlık sular seni kolayca yutabilir. Hatırlaman gereken bir şey var, bu yolculuk bedel gerektirir. Cesaretini topla ve bizimle kahramanlığa doğru adım at. Kan ve intikamın kesiştiği bu yolda, acıyı kucaklamak zorundasın. Şu an bile kan kokusu burnuna dolmuş olmalı. Belki de son kez kahkahaların tadını çıkarıyorsun. Karanlığın zifiri koynuna kendini bırakmaya hazır mısın? Elbette, dönüş yolun her zaman açık, ama bu yol bir kahraman için bir kaçış değildir. Kahramanlığın eşiğinde tereddüt mü ediyorsun? Şimdi, sefil gözlerin karanlıktan titriyor, parmakların hala çekingen. İçini yılan gibi saran, doyumsuz korku, geri dönmeyi düşünmeni sağlayabilir. Bu kanlı sayfaları sadece soğuk çelikten cesur yürekler yazabilir. Korkaklığa gözlerini kapatmalısın. Gözlerin titriyor, değil mi? Her adımda gölgeler daha da yaklaşıyor hissediyorsun. Zaman, okuyucunun lehine işlemiyor. Karanlığın sınırları her an biraz daha genişliyor. Artık kararını vermenin zamanı geldi. Eline aldığın kılıcı kana bulamaya hazır olmalısın. Bu kanlı sayfaları çevirmeye ve bu karanlık dünyayı merhametsizce sarsmaya hazır mısın?

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