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You might have seen worlds which are ruled... but this world was owned... On 17th September 2178, a peaceful day on Earth turned hostile, as a crack appeared in the sky, due to a tear in the space-time fabric. that crack joined two Planets together... Planet Earth and Planet Varkor... slowly, the crack had widened and high-tech spaceships, loaded with laser cannons came out from the crack. they attacked and killed people as if to show their dominance... many people died... And by 25th December 2178, Earth was under full control of the Varkonians. little did the Varkonians know, that on the same day of 17th September 2178, a boy was born. a special boy with many boons from the gods. especially, the boon of fire... he was also given 2 purple daggers, made from the upper canines of an ancient beast wolf named Fenrir. That kid was named, Hiroshi Nakahara. He was orphaned at the age of 5. then, a sage took him in and taught him to control his powers. By the time he was 18 years old, he was already the Arch Nemesis of the Varkonians, also, the most feared by them. The Varkonians had made "Tyrants" to rule every singular country. there were more than 195 Tyrants at start. and Hiroshi killed every singular one alone. then, they decided to make even more powerful Tyrants to rule a whole continent instead of a country this time. there were 7 such Tyrants for the 7 continents. they all managed to capture Hiroshi and lock him away for 200 years... but then, in the year 2396, Hiroshi escaped. filled with an even powerful rage than before. His Mission? freedom of Earth from the rule of Varkonians. will he succeed in his Mission? Find Out.
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
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