MTL - Way of the Devil - Chapter 163 Action one

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

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Liu Xu’er had once hoped that if she were to be reborn, she would be born to old money, and have a rich, handsome and tall husband. That way, she could have a carefree life of luxury!

Then she actually was reborn…. to a family that had been poor for generations, and lost her rich, handsome and tall husband.

Wait, why does this little husband sound so familiar?

Surely it can’t be…. Liu Xu’er helplessly thought – Heaven, must he too be sent here? Would it have been so difficult to have given me a different husband…

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The abyss descended, the world fell and dreadful horrors roamed the shadows of that that remained.Akaris found himself trapped on the other side in a city now overran and ruled by eldritch horrors of the abyss, he alone with his bow stood tall against creatures only told in nightmares and stories.He became the hunter of those who thought him prey, he became the nightmare of creatures that ruled the darkness.A ruthless killer who knew not mercy, who feared neither demon nor God, the lonely hunter who rules time.Until he was alone no more, he found others who were lost and abandoned like him, together they sought to shatter the chains that bound them and destroy the source of the apocalypse.Forced to dive into the endless abyss and compete with other races for dominance and the chance for survival. Akaris was forced to fight with all he had even if it meant leaving a trail of red in his wake.

Everything was going so well. It was the perfect path toward greatness.