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Chapter 340: Dragon’s Breath

Luke and Allison were deep inside the capital’s inner forest, a wild patch of land swallowed by the city long ago. Allison was in the middle of a fight, surrounded by beasts and undead that lunge...

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Chapter 339: Two Monsters and a Maid

Luke returned from his short expedition to help Princess Charlie level up. Night had already fallen, and the forest around him was dark and silent. But as he pushed through the brush near his cave,...

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Chapter 338: Call of Blood

Luke and Charlie stepped into the familiar cave that had become their refuge. He preferred it this way, away from the bustle of the others. It gave Charlie space to move freely without anyone quest...

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Chapter 337: The Assassins’ Hobby

Charlie had done it, she had reached the cap of her Class at Rank F and unlocked her long-awaited Epic Skill.

“Lady Charlie, you fought very well,” Anne said softly, watching as Charlie p...

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Chapter 336: The Porcelain Lady

A week had passed since the conversation with Erza Grimhart. The sun was barely rising, a pale shimmer spreading over the river as the fog crawled across the surface. The wind was sharp, cutting li...

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Chapter 335: Shadow of a God

Dinner with Erza Grimhart was over. Luke lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything he’d learned: Divine Orders, factions, kingdoms, nobility, and atomic bombs.

Erza’s w...

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Chapter 334: The Race of Gods

The dinner had taken a strange turn. Luke had come prepared for an uncomfortable conversation, but not for this. On one hand, he was still curious about how a family of half puppet assassins actual...

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Chapter 333: Dinner with the Assassin

Luke stepped out of his room dressed in formal attire, looking like he was on his way to a gala rather than a dinner meeting with someone who could easily kill him.

“How did you even know m...

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Chapter 332: The Assassin and the Maid

Three days had passed since Luke had been staying in Bastion. Most people in his position would have felt like prisoners, kept under polite surveillance by a political alliance between two noble ho...

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Chapter 331: The Assassin Doll

The double doors of the throne room closed behind them with a dry, echoing snap, like the sound of a verdict being sealed. The noise traveled across the cold stone walls, slipping along carved reli...

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Chapter 330: A Toast to Betrayal

Erza Grimhart sat upon her throne, the deal all but sealed, save for one condition.

“Oh, it’s simple,” she said, amusement threading through her voice. “He stays.” She pointed.

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Chapter 329: The Queen’s Condition

The war council stretched on in the throne room. A table had been brought in, covered with maps, sheets detailing mineral rich caverns, lists of tree types across the regions, even diagrams of cann...

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Chapter 328: The Fang Arrow

Luke had told the whole story of how he killed the Beast Lord—leaving out certain details, of course. He’d made a point of saying up front that some things would stay hidden. But he explained e...

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Chapter 327: Alliance or Annihilation

They entered the throne room in silence. Torches clung to the columns, their orange flames throwing erratic light and sending shadows to dance across the marble floor. Where Bartholomew had once ru...

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Chapter 326: The Queen of Dawn

God, that was hard.

He never thought of himself as sociable. Being surrounded by so many people all at once, showering him with apologies and words of reconciliation, made him feel m...

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Chapter 325: Whispers of Revenge

They returned to Bastion’s main keep, but Bartholomew’s death didn’t mean the end of anything. The corridors still breathed danger, as if the old ruler’s will clung stubbornly to the stones...

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Chapter 324: The Panther of Shadows

Luke kept the arrow taut, eyes locked on the fallen figure before him. Bartholomew, the so-called King of Bastion, lay splayed on the wet grass, breathing in short, ragged bursts. The blade had fou...

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Chapter 323: The Art of Assassination

Assassination. What was it, really? The act of killing, yes, but where did the line end? Luke mulled it over as he walked through the forest toward Bastion. Assassination was the taking of a life, ...

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Chapter 322: Demonic Predator vs Plague Doctor

Bartholomew had won. He’d cornered his enemies into checkmate. Ronan writhed on the ground, his body weakening as plague spread through him like roots digging into dry soil. The knight remained t...

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Chapter 321: Princess Knight vs the Plague Doctor

[Death Painting (Rank-F):] Born from a deep-rooted fear of death and an obsessive desire for control, this ability grants a fragmented glimpse of your own end. Not a literal vision, but a c...

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Chapter 320: Plague Doctor of Blight

Luke scanned the mechanism hall, eyes locking on Bartholomew at its center. The vast chamber of gray stone pressed in around him, the air heavy and saturated with poisonous vapor. At the heart of t...

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Chapter 319: Crown of Toxins

Ronan and Luke moved down the stone corridor with steady, near-silent strides. Torches set into the walls flickered in the draft seeping from unseen cracks, throwing restless shadows across their p...

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Chapter 318: In the Assassin’s Hall

The maid stood motionless by the door, posture upright and discreet, part of the décor yet radiating silent threat. She didn’t need to speak; simply being there, still and watchful, made it clea...

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Chapter 317: Midnight Betrayal

They moved through the Safe Zone at a clipped pace, boots echoing across cracked asphalt. For Luke, coming back to this place stirred a strange sense of déjà vu, like walking through a fever drea...

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Chapter 316: Blood Dawn

The predawn air felt heavier than ever. A cold wind rolled in from the north, carrying the metallic scent of iron and smoke. Luke stood staring at the fortress, its walls reduced to dark silhouette...

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Chapter 315: Seventy Ghosts

Ronan crouched low in the brush, muscles tight, breath measured, straining to see through the fog blanketing the forest around the fortress. Shadows from the trees stretched across the damp ground,...

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Chapter 314: Scumbag Assassin

Luke strolled down the fortress corridor as if he had all the time in the world. His kukris dripped red, and he wiped them clean with a strip of cloth torn from an enemy’s shirt. He could have to...

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Chapter 313: Lone Assassin vs the Fortress

Luke crouched atop the fortress watchtower, his epic skill already dismissed. Wasting mana here was not an option. The soldier he had just killed was gone, tucked neatly into his storage item. Almo...

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Chapter 312: Acolyte Assassin’s Garb

Luke crouched at the edge of the ridge, spying on the fortress below. Midnight had swallowed the world whole; the moon hung alone in a sky of ink, casting pale light across the frozen earth. The ai...

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Chapter 311: The God of Assassination’s Gift

The group moved in silence through the dense undergrowth of the Wild Zone. The forest stretched ahead in crooked corridors, the damp smell of earth and moss clinging to their clothes. Interwoven br...

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