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The Beginning After The End by TurtleMe

King Grey has unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a world governed by martial ability.... Read more
King Grey has unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a world governed by martial ability. However, solitude lingers closely behind those with great power. Beneath the glamorous exterior of a powerful king lurks the shell of man, devoid of purpose and will.

Reincarnated into a new world filled with magic and monsters, the king has a second chance to relive his life. Correcting the mistakes of his past will not be his only challenge, however. Underneath the peace and prosperity of the new world is an undercurrent threatening to destroy everything he has worked for, questioning his role and reason for being born again. Collapse
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    This book is unreadable if it's anything outside Arthur's pov
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    Peak, I cant really say much more. Arthur is my favorite MC in any story I've ever consumed
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    Is this a worth read.
    I've been spoiled by books like LOTM and Shadow Slave and don't want anything less
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      Yeah it's quite good. You'll love it
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      id say its near the lvl of Shadow Slave and lotm if not pretty close. the world building isn't as amazing as those two but the characters, emotions and battles of tbate r up there
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      "Supreme Magus" еще подойдет как неплохая альтернатива
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    482
    GROUNDED
    As the Epheotan sun rose, I joined the many dragons who gathered to
    meditate around the fountain that gave Everburn its name. For the first
    couple of days, I had stared around at the dragons, entranced by their
    variety. Being in this city made me realize just how little of the asuran
    world I had seen. Now, though, with King’s Gambit burning on the small
    of my back, I only paid attention to my surroundings with a partial branch
    of my awareness, and that was done more to ensure my safety than to gape
    at the asura.
    Most of my conscious effort was put toward the fountain. Set within a
    circle of stones thirty feet wide was aether so thick that it pooled like water
    bubbled up from a deep well. According to the locals, the well actually
    punctured the boundaries of the world, letting the aether seep in from
    outside the boundaries of Epheotus; The aetheric realm. It was sacrilege
    to enter the Everburn Fountain, but that hadn’t stopped me from seeing if
    the mythology was based on fact.
    Out of the bubbling pseudo-liquid, thin jets of purple fire rose up like
    geysers. These would surge to over ten feet high, then fade until they were
    only a couple feet, then surge again. There was a complex pattern to the
    surges, coupled with a singular geyser in the center of the burning aetheric
    fountain that regularly gusted up to twenty feet or more above our heads.
    Each flare was accompanied by an outpouring of aether, and it was this
    effusion that the dragons gathered to meditate under.
    The dragons couldn’t absorb aether like I could, but they nonetheless used
    the intense buildup of atmospheric energy to meditate on their vivum,
    aevum, and spatium arts. The density at the Everburn Fountain made such
    practice far easier, just as it aided my own process of refilling my threelayer core after draining it to the point of backlash.
    “Back again I see, human.”
    I glanced at the speaker, a pink-haired woman who, if she were human,
    would have looked to be middle-aged. Glossy scales slightly lighter in

    color than her fair skin surrounded her eyes and extended down her cheeks
    even in her humanoid form. I had seen her at the fountain every morning,
    but she had not spoken to me before.
    I sank down onto my knees a few feet outside of the ring of stones before
    addressing her. “My own meditation should be done this morning, after
    which I won’t trouble your city further.” I left unsaid that I was only still
    there because Kezess hadn’t seen fit to collect me yet. Myre had said only
    that I should rest and recuperate, and that when I was ready, her husband
    would meet with me.
    My eyes closed, and I reached for the aether, drawing it into my core. The
    sensation of it brought rejuvenating energy and a bright wakefulness.
    Calloused feet scuffed against the paving tiles, and a potent presence
    settled beside me. “Your absorption of the aether here has been the source
    of much consideration among us. There are those who see it as profane.”
    The primary branch of my thoughts was turned inward, focused on the
    absorption and purification of the aether. Still, even with just a few threads
    of King’s Gambit, I was able to stay attentive to the asura well enough to
    hear the question in her words. “You want to understand what it is like for
    me.”
    “I would like that, yes,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. “We cannot
    judge your actions if we don’t understand them, and yours is a kind of
    magic that even the oldest among us have never seen before.”
    Something about her curiosity stood out to me. “Don’t you fear angering
    your lord by asking such questions?”
    “I have asked no questions,” she responded. Cloth brushed over skin as
    she shrugged her shoulders. “We are merely talking, seeking middle
    ground. Share only what you wish.”
    I considered her words. Distracted, the primary branch of my focus turned
    toward her, and I opened my eyes to find her glistening silver gaze
    studying me carefully. “Who are you?”

    Her eyes wrinkled at the corners with amusement. “For days now, you
    have taken your rest in my village, replenished your strength from my
    fountain, and yet you do not know me? I would be insulted, if I did not
    know that you had been insulated from this knowledge on purpose. Lady
    Indrath had her reasons, no doubt, but she also did not forbid me from
    speaking to you. My name is Preah of Clan Inthirah, and Everburn is my
    domain.”
    I bent into a slight bow. “Lady Inthirah. Forgive me, I didn’t realize I was
    speaking to a noble.”
    She huffed slightly and turned to look at the fountain, the purple flames
    reflected on the surface of her silver eyes. “Perhaps once, when Clan
    Inthirah was as a sister to Clan Indrath, my forebears would have insisted
    on the recognition of noble peerage, but it has been long since any dragon
    not of the Indrath clan was considered nobility.”
    She spoke without bitterness. In fact, I sensed pride more than anything in
    the tilt of her chin and the inflection of her voice. “My role as Lady of
    Everburn requires not that I be noble, but that I speak on behalf of my
    people and ensure their continued wellbeing. At this moment, learning
    about your interaction with aether is how I am doing so. Now, you
    suggested that I want to understand what it is like for you to absorb our
    aether, and I have admitted that I would.”
    Her statement was left open, inviting me to pick up the conversation from
    before the distraction of her identity. “It’s not much different from how it
    feels for you to use mana. Or, at least, how it feels for a human to use
    mana.”
    “But what about the aether’s inherent purpose?” she asked, leaning slightly
    toward me. “Do you not feel the pull of the aether’s intent?”
    I considered, wondering how much, if anything, the dragon understood
    about the true nature of aether, as I had learned in the keystone. “Lady
    Myre has explained the dragons’ experience with it at length. I don’t
    experience it the same way.”

    “Strange,” she said. Her fingers traced the gap between two paving stones,
    and her eyes lost focus as she looked into the middle distance. “And this,
    of course, is why Lord Indrath has been so invested in your world. He seeks
    true understanding of your abilities.” She refocused on me, and her brows
    came together in a soft frown. “The oldest of our legends speak of dragons
    who could do what you describe. Not…absorb the aether, but to wield it
    as easily as mana.”
    “It was those asura who brought Epheotus here from my world,” I said.
    “Is something wrong?” Preah asked suddenly. She had leaned away and
    was looking at me as if I were a dangerous beast.
    I realized I was scowling. I had been thinking of the events that had caused
    aether to pull back from the dragons, lessening their ability to wield it
    freely. I tried to smooth my features. “I…apologize. I’m still recovering
    from an ordeal. Sometimes…my mind wanders.”
    Preah cleared her throat and brushed a coil of pink hair out of her face.
    “Well…yes. Of course. I will leave you to your meditation. Perhaps we
    can speak again. When you’re feeling better.”
    I only nodded my appreciation before turning back to the fountain. My
    eyes closed again, and I resumed focusing on absorbing aether. Distantly,
    I felt the Lady of Clan Inthirah move away.
    Within the hour, my core was full. Something like a hangover lingered
    from the depth of the backlash, but I was certain that too would fade in
    time. Most pleasingly, the itch of my wounded core had not returned. The
    scar of Cecilia’s attack was healed.
    As I walked through the wide streets of Everburn toward the estate where
    we’d been staying the last few days, the eyes of every asura I passed
    followed me. I found myself studying their mana signatures, comparing
    one against another and then to Tessia, whose signature lingered on the
    edge of my perception.
    The asura were powerful, of course, but most of them were far less so than
    Kezess or Aldir, or even Windsom. The dragons who had defended

    Dicathen—Vajrakor, Charon, and their soldiers—were also fairly strong
    in comparison to the average dragon going about their daily business in
    Everburn. These people are farmers, merchants, and maids. Once, I had
    assumed every asura was as powerful as Windsom, and although I now
    knew better, it was still interesting to see asura who were only slightly
    more powerful than a white core mage.
    ‘It puts their plight into a different perspective, doesn’t it?’ Sylvie asked,
    her voice like a cool breeze in my mind. Woven into her thoughts was her
    focus on a conversation she was having with a handful of other dragons on
    the other side of Everburn.
    Like the Alacryans, they are a people at the mercy of their lord, I answered,
    walking past a young dragon who appeared, by human standards, to be no
    more than twelve or thirteen years old. Her amber eyes jumped between
    me and the ground at her feet jerkily as she tried and failed not to stare. I
    raised my hand to wave, but she only hurried away.
    ‘What do you make of Lady Inthirah?’
    Not sure, I admitted. She seems protective. Curious. Not particularly fond
    of your grandfather. Why?
    ‘I was just wondering about that thing she said. That her clan had been
    like a “sister” to the Indraths. It’s strange that Myre introduced me to
    other dragons here, but not to her.’
    I puzzled over this with one lesser branch of my King’s Gambit-fueled
    thoughts. Perhaps you should get to know Preah more.
    My bond silently agreed.
    A few minutes later, I found my mother sitting at a table in the small front
    yard of our borrowed estate. She set down a steaming mug and smiled at
    me. Although the expression was warm, worry hid within it like worms in
    an apple. “Arthur,” she said, gesturing to the chair opposite the small table.
    “Will you sit with me?”
    “Of course.” I eased into the chair, which was made of woven blue grass
    tied to a metallic frame. “Is everything okay?”

    Mom leaned her elbows on the table, rested her chin in her hands, and
    regarded me seriously. “No.”
    My pulse quickened, and I clenched my fists at my side. “Did something
    happen? Was it the dragons? Just tell me who—”
    “You, Arthur,” she said.
    I gaped at her. “What?”
    “Arthur. Art.” She let out a shaky breath. “Tessia needs you, and you’re
    doing everything you can to avoid her. It isn’t proper. It’s not fair.”
    I rubbed the back of my neck, rocking the chair onto its hind legs. “I’m
    not—”
    Mom’s brows rose.
    “I…don’t know how to be around her,” I admitted, not able to meet my
    mother’s eye. “I don’t know what to say.”
    She reached across the table and held her hands palms up. I rested my own
    atop hers, and she squeezed my fingers. “That girl has gone through
    something indescribable. Her body—her magic—was taken away from
    her. She became a prisoner in her own flesh. And when she finally got it
    back, her core was gone. She almost died.”
    “I saved her,” I pointed out softly.
    Mom clicked her tongue. “But in doing so, her body has gone through a
    change. She doesn’t know how to use her new core, and she is stranded in
    a strange place where no one except you could even hope to understand or
    help, and you’ve spent days trying to be anywhere except where she is.”
    She sighed, gave my hands one last squeeze, and leaned back in her chair.
    Only after taking a sip from her mug did she continue. “You’re the
    strongest person I’ve ever known, Arthur. You can handle a little
    awkwardness.”
    Heat rose in my face and I felt my cheeks redden. She was right, of course.
    I’d been acting like a child.

    ‘Even walking cataclysms need advice from their mommy every once in a
    while,’ Regis put in.
    Despite my several congruent threads of thought all balancing different
    topics, I had been careful to keep all of them away from my connection
    with Regis. He had been left to watch over Tessia, and I hadn’t wanted to
    see her struggle through his eyes.
    Standing, I moved around the table and leaned down to rest my forehead
    against my mother’s. “Thank you,” I breathed.
    “What are mothers for?” she asked, feigning exasperation but unable to
    hide her smile. “I can’t tell you what will happen in the long run, Arthur.
    Maybe you and Tessia really have been through too much to ever
    be…together, romantically.” I pulled away, wincing at my mother’s
    awkwardness. She swatted my arm playfully. “But she is your oldest friend
    in this world, and she needs you.” Her smile sharpened into something
    mischievous. “Your presence, your guidance. Not your rippling thews.”
    “Mom,” I groaned, hurrying toward the door. “I take back my thanks.”
    “No you don’t!” she barked, mockingly scolding.
    Pushing aside the curtain, I marched into the estate only to stop
    immediately, still grappling with my mother’s teasing and caught off guard
    when I found myself almost nose to nose with Tessia.
    “I thought we heard you out there,” Ellie said, swooping by me and holding
    aside the still swaying curtain. “We were going to go get something to eat
    before doing some training this afternoon. You should come with us!”
    Regis trotted past us and out the door, his tail wagging. “I know we don’t
    need to eat, princess, but I, at least, really, really like to!”
    Tessia reluctantly looked away from me to Regis. “Princess?”
    I shook my head. “Don’t ask.”
    “Oh, okay,” she said, her face falling. “Um, you don’t have to come with
    us, I know you’re busy…”

    “Actually, I was, uh…” I trailed off, my mind blank. I realized that I had
    forgotten to continue channeling King’s Gambit. Without it, my thoughts
    felt sluggish and unsubstantial. I gave myself a little shake, all too aware
    of Ellie’s eyes on my back. “My intent—rather, I mean, I was hoping that
    we could…work together. On your core. Helping you get the hang of it, I
    mean.”
    “Oh!” Tessia’s eyes widened, and she took a small step back. “Of course.
    I’m not terribly hungry, I can train now.”
    “You just said you were starving,” Ellie said. I glanced back at her, and
    she glared fiercely at me. “Arthur Leywin. Don’t you dare force her to train
    without lunch.”
    “I’ll just grab something here really quick,” Tessia said, already turning
    and jogging to the kitchen. “Go ahead, Ellie!”
    “Oh, fine, I’ll just go get lunch by myself then,” Ellie grumbled quietly,
    throwing her hands up and letting the curtain fall back across the entrance.
    “Hey, what am I, chopped liver?” I heard Regis say from outside as he
    followed my sister. “Does no one want to spend time with me?”
    Their back and forth was lost to me as the hammering of my pulse
    strengthened to a drumbeat in my ears. I followed Tessia to the kitchen and
    pretended not to watch as she quickly scarfed down a couple pieces of
    bread slathered with butter and honey. Her back was to me, and I didn’t
    think she’d noticed my presence. When she started to turn around, I ducked
    back out of the kitchen and waited.
    When she came around the corner, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
    She froze, her hands halfway to her hair as she made to pull it back into a
    tail. “What?”
    Stepping forward, I brushed crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “Not
    very princess-like of you to make such a mess eating.”

    One of her sharp brows raised slightly as she withdrew a handkerchief and
    dabbed it at the corners of her mouth. “I shall have to be more careful,
    since I’m no longer the only princess around.”
    I let out a surprise laugh, and the tension melted away.
    “So, what did you have in mind?” Her brow rose even higher. “Unless this
    talk of training was just a ruse to get me alone in this house…”
    I choked on my laugh, and for a moment I thought the weight of the tension
    flooding back in might crush me. Remembering what Mom had said, I did
    my best to shrug it off. I only need to be present. “Well, I thought, seeing
    as how you’re a white core now, you should learn how to fly. It’s a natural
    extension of your power, provided by the expansion of your mana reservoir
    and increased attunement to the…movement of mana…” A chagrined
    smile spread across my face as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Sorry. You
    probably don’t need a lecture on why you can fly now, considering.”
    I couldn’t read the expression on Tessia’s face. Her eyes flicked to my
    hands as if she was considering taking one, but after a moment she walked
    past me, headed for the door. “I understand how the Lances fly, and I
    understand how Cecilia flew, but perhaps this theoretical knowledge will
    help me understand how I can fly.”
    Wishing suddenly that I could reverse time as I’d done in the keystone, I
    followed her more slowly out into the sunshine. Mom, Ellie, and Regis
    were already gone.
    “There is a quiet garden just down that street over there,” Tessia said
    without looking back.
    We walked in silence, passing a sprawling three-story estate that was
    almost entirely open to the elements, a smaller cottage with a pond out
    front full of glittering, golden fish, and the bare bones of a home that
    appeared to have been torn down and was currently being rebuilt—well,
    more like regrown—by two dragons. Their movements conjured white
    stone up from the ground like the ribs of some great beast.

    Tessia paused to watch them work for a few seconds. “It’s like…poetry in
    magic.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty impressive.”
    She looked at me again with that unreadable expression, then continued
    on. We slipped through a gap in a tall hedge to our right and found
    ourselves in a walled garden. Dozens of different kinds of flowers grew,
    all of them alien to me. A few moved, the face of their petals following us
    like a sunflower turning toward the warmth of the sun. Several scents, both
    sweet and bitter, layered over one another.
    “Do you know what any of these are?” I asked, just wanting to say
    something.
    “No, but they are beautiful,” she said matter-of-factly. “I had hoped
    someone might come along and volunteer to educate me on Epheotan flora,
    but so far the dragons have shied away from me.”
    I thought back to my conversation earlier that morning with the lady of the
    city. “I expect that’s Myre’s doing. Or Kezess’s, more accurately. I’m not
    sure why we’re still here. Either he’s letting us stew, or he wants us to take
    away something from our time here. Otherwise we’d be at his castle
    somewhere. Maybe at Myre’s cabin, where I stayed when she trained me
    before the war.”
    “That seems like another life,” Tess said. She paused as if she’d caught
    herself off guard with her own words. “I guess, probably not for you. Since
    you’ve lived two lives.”
    “In a way, so have you,” I said gently. I bent down in front of a thickstemmed purple bulb. It had a faint aetheric aura. “You lived Cecilia’s life
    alongside her.”
    “Am I on my third life, then?” She brushed her hands across a golden
    flower. Sparkling pollen rose up into the air, buzzed around her arm like a
    swarm of bees, then settled back into the puffy flower. “I’m beating you.”

    “If you consider the keystone, I’ve lived dozens of lives, and seen the
    course of an uncountable number more.” The words came out without
    consideration, and I felt their effect immediately.
    Glancing over my shoulder, I found Tessia motionless, her eyes fixed at a
    spot between two beds of flowers.
    She gave herself a little shake and straightened. “How old does that make
    you now? A few hundred years? A few thousand? You are more asura than
    man now, it seems.”
    “Maybe. If the combined age of my life lived on Earth and my life here
    represents the true age of my mind, perhaps my time in the keystone also
    should.”
    Tessia gave me a sad look, her brows drooping, her lips pouting and pale.
    “I’m sorry, Arthur. I know we made a promise, but I don’t think I can be
    with someone who is several thousand years older than I am.”
    I laughed, and she rewarded me with a genuine smile. “I’d only ask that
    you make no hasty decisions, Princess Eralith.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Here you go with the princess thing again. Call me
    Tess, or Tessia or…my love, maybe. Anything but princess, or I will take
    up Regis’s name for you in return.”
    I raised both hands. “Please, my…ah, Tessia,” I said, stumbling over my
    words, “anything but that.”
    She plucked at her gunmetal hair, which shone almost silver in the soft
    light of the garden. “Okay, then. With that settled, shall we begin my flying
    lesson?”
    I moved to a small patch of grass amid the flowers, paths, and water
    features. Sinking into a cross-legged sitting position, I settled my mind and
    focused on my core and the atmospheric aether, which was thick in the air.
    Tessia sat across from me, copying my posture.
    “Flying isn’t quite the same thing as casting a spell,” I started, holding
    Tessia’s gaze. “You don’t shape the mana in your mind, giving it purpose

    and destination. Instead, your enhanced sense for mana and the ability to
    manipulate the atmospheric mana around you almost subconsciously
    through the jump in power from silver to white core allows you to create
    push as the mana physically supports your body. This is doable before
    reaching white core with training and patience, but even a high-silver core
    mage would drain their core in moments.”
    “It’s strange. Cecilia spent so much time flying, but it’s difficult to equate
    her use of the ability to my own.” Tessia looked up into the sky. “She
    simply…flew. Nico, on the other hand, cast a wind spell that carried him
    like an invisible chariot.”
    I was aware of Nico’s abilities, granted by a staff he had apparently
    designed himself. It was a shame that the staff had been destroyed during
    the battle. I had no doubt that Gideon and Emily would have loved to study
    it.
    “Don’t try to control the mana and shape it around you like that,” I warned
    her gently. “Instead, simply think about rising up through the air. Will it,
    like Cecilia did. You won’t have her inherent ability, but you do have some
    of her insight. Use it.”
    We sat still and silent for several long moments. Mana swirled around
    Tessia, but she didn’t move, didn’t rise. I considered both my first learning
    to fly after my own ascension to the white core stage and my relearning
    after gaining insight into King’s Gambit. I considered activating the
    godrune then, to better think through the path Tessia needed to take, but
    something held me back.
    Instead, I remained silent. This was her journey. I…needed only to be
    present.
    A minute passed, then five. After nearly ten minutes, she opened her eyes.
    “I don’t understand why I can’t do it. I’ve flown before.”
    I stood and held out a hand to her. “Can I try something?”
    She grabbed a hold and pulled herself up, her palm warm against mine.
    “Of course.”

    “Raise your arms out to your sides,” I instructed as I moved to stand behind
    her.
    Tessia glanced back at me over her shoulder as she followed my
    instructions. Lifting her up by her arms, the two of us began floating into
    the air. Her arms tensed as the whole weight of her body rose from the
    ground.
    “Don’t concentrate. Feel. Feel the cool wind, the warm air, the everpresent mana.” We rose higher up off the ground. I could feel the mana
    stirring at her effort, but it still wasn’t clicking. Releasing some of my own
    aether, through it I encouraged the mana to move around Tessia, pushing
    against her and providing lift. “Like this.”
    Suddenly the weight of her in my arms lessened. I released my grip,
    providing her support but no longer bearing her weight.
    A tense shiver ran through her. “Don’t let go,” she said breathlessly, her
    voice trembling with equal excitement and nerves.
    “I’m still right here,” I assured her as she drifted up and away from my
    touch. Slowly, I settled back down onto the ground.
    A breeze made her hair flutter and rocked her back slightly. She let out a
    nervous giggle. “I think…I think I’m ready to try it on my own.”
    “Turn around,” I said, hiding my smile.
    Slowly, she did so. A frown creased her brow as she looked straight
    forward, then down to see me. A gasp escaped her lips, and the mana
    supporting her slipped away. She fell.
    I stepped forward and smoothly caught her before she struck the ground.
    My lips trembled with suppressed amusement. “You did great, Tess.
    Really. That was—”
    “Yes, well done, Princess Tessia,” a voice said from nearby.

    Tessia’s eyes went wide as she looked at something over my shoulder. She
    took a quick step back from me and straightened her skirt. I did not need
    to turn around to know who had spoken.
    “Come, Arthur. It is time we discussed recent events.”
    Aether raced from my core into King’s Gambit. Not enough to fully
    activate the godrune and summon the crown of light, but enough to allow
    my thoughts to split into several individual threads. I quickly calculated
    the best way to handle the confrontation.
    Tucking a stray lock of gunmetal hair behind her ear, I stepped away from
    Tessia. “It looks like we’ll have to continue this lesson later. Perhaps
    Sylvie can give you some more instruction in my absence.”
    From across the city, my bond’s voice entered my mind. ‘Be careful,
    Arthur.’
    “I was expecting my granddaughter to be with you,” Kezess said from
    behind me. Space began to fold around me, and for a moment I could see
    both the garden and the interior of Kezess’s tower containing the Path of
    Insight. “But nevermind. Time enough for that later.”
    The aetheric spell shivered to a stop at my beckoning, and the bare stone
    room faded as I pulled away from Kezess’s power, grounding myself
    firmly to the garden in Everburn. Only then did I turn to regard the lord of
    dragons, taking in the slight twitch of his brows. “Why don’t we fly?
    Mount Geolus is close enough, and I would like to see more of this land of
    yours.”
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    #panic# author is releasing chapters again, chapter 481 is out
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    #panic# you should fix the chapters. starting from the 342th: Duality, the 79.5 come after and then its repeated from the chapter 335. Its follow the same scripts three times. Can you please fix it thanks you.
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      Fixed.
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    Única confirmação que você terá dessa novel é que Arthur ama um penhasco
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    Anybody know which chapter starts off right after the manghuwa?
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    If i could give this book a minus rating i would, it has a nice world building and power system but the author killed it of with the plot and disgusting character progression......there are so many flaws and mistakes which majority of readers keep ignoring or keep making excuses on behalf of the author or mc, this novel was a big disappointment fr, and it never got better.
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      Got any examples of those flaws that people keep ignoring?
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        He's too rash, always acts on his emotions, repeats the same mistakes non stop, the supposed mental fortitude he is expected to have since he reincarnated is literally nil, he got no advantages from his past life like even tho he was a so called warrior king in his previous life he can't fight all that well in this life, he keeps being trumped admittedly it's a different power system but the whole point of fighting is too kill and with his experience he should have understood it faster but nahhhhh he keeps getting beat up, and he keeps making the same mistakes and has constant mental demons to fight, not to talk of the female lead tessia and her stupid actions which result in stupid consequences, their dialogues and monologues are cringe to the core and the meaningful conversation are later rendered useless by their coming actions and yet the so called fans keep making excuses for the book, and this is still not all but I'm simply tired of typing period. Main thing this book is shit.
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          Acting based on emotion is human nature... But if author really emphasized on strong mind and previous live experience (which is basic skill of most of the reincarnated MC's) then it is plot hole.
          Further more cheesy romance with cringe scenes do sucks. I can understand where you're coming from.
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      Disappointing... Good start, bad character developments. Author got all the cringe and romantic crap that ever existed and threw it here.. YOU are a reincarnated Warrior King. But has so many emotional baggage to be called one. Even kids know that fighting is to kill. But NOOOO... Its about not lossing what and whatnot. Hate me for this but im done with this crap. Anyway, i dont see why there are so many die-hard fan of this book. Like really.. is this wattpad? Lol
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      yeah its more of a triangel love korean drama
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    This novel is so amazing. Finding a novel that is actually well written is a joy. I almost failed college because of this novel, i was reading it non stop. I would wake up and start reading first thing in the morning, and i would read this instead of doing my assignments. Good story, good plot and very well written in general. Ofcourse some moments are kind of boring and drawn out while others are good but dont last as long. Other than managing the pacing of the story i dont see any other negatives. There are so many chapters which is another plus.
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