Only the best warrior in Winterosch could lay claim to the throne, but that was a tradition that dated back to a few centuries ago. When modern society was introduced, the aristocrats of Winterosch fell prey to their desires and fattened themselves up.The emperor fell for Nox's provocations. He roared and charged ahead, but then he tripped over himself. Even the demigods couldn't watch this, let alone Nox. This was no emperor; he was just a useless pig."Nox, you have killed gods in the Realm of the Gods. I, commander of the Assad Temple's descendants of the divine, challenge you to a duel. Will you take it like a warrior, Lord Nox?"The captain of the demigods took off his armor, revealing a burly body covered in scars. Every scar represented glory."A challenge, huh? You got it. Since you're brave enough to fight like a man, I'll make sure your body's in one piece." Nox nodded.The captain cursed. 'Do you think that highly of yourself? The fight's not even begun yet, and you th
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