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The Ice Blade Sorcerer

Celestial Blade Master

In a world where magic reigns supreme and fantastical creatures roam the land . A boy disillusioned with life, he longs for an escape from his mundane existence, even contemplating death as a means to achieve his ultimate wish: to be reborn in a world filled with adventure and wonder. When his wish is unexpectedly granted, Noah awakens in a vibrant realm teeming with demons, elves, and humans, only to discover that he has been reincarnated into the body of Noah Von Augustus—a boy deemed a "trash" by society, with no talent or skills to speak of. Faced with the harsh reality of his new life, Noah quickly realizes that the world he dreamed of is not as glamorous as he imagined. Struggling with his lack of abilities and the stigma attached to his name, he must navigate a society that values strength and skill above all else. However, Noah is determined to prove that even the most unremarkable individuals can rise to greatness with his system. As he faces formidable foes, unravels the mysteries of his new world, and confronts the demons of his past, Noah must confront the question: What does it truly mean to be strong? In a tale filled with magic, adventure, and personal growth, "Rebirth of the Unremarkable" explores the transformative power of belief, the importance of self-acceptance, and the idea that even the most ordinary individuals can become extraordinary heroes. Will Noah rise above his limitations and carve out a destiny of his own, or will he remain trapped in the shadows of his former life? The journey begins now. ============= https://discord.gg/8gs9mHxX
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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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