THE LAST WARRIOR REVENGE
That night, everything was destroyed.
The sect that had raised Arga was stormed by hundreds of unknown assailants, leaving nothing but piles of corpses and blazing fire. He nearly perished in the massacre, had it not been for a powerful warrior named Barata who saved him.
From that day on, Arga swore an oath: blood would be repaid with blood.
Under Barata’s guidance, Arga mastered countless mystical arts, transforming into a respected warrior. Yet the path he walked was far from righteous—the knowledge he gained drew him closer to the shadows. Even so, his resolve never wavered: to hunt down those who destroyed the Golden Step Sect.
One by one, secrets were revealed. His enemies were not mere bandits, but a coalition of great sects that had long envied Golden Step’s supremacy. And behind it all stood a traitor from the past… now allied with the most powerful dark force in the martial world.
Thus began Arga’s journey—a path that would lead him to challenge the mightiest warriors, tear through the veil of betrayal, and confront the devil in human form: Jalak Seta.
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Chapter: The Twin Shadow TechniqueThe Frost Demon, still unaccustomed to wielding Arga’s form, barely evaded the roaring tempest of the Azure Gale Incantation. Waves of brilliant blue energy crashed through the surrounding forest, shattering ancient trees into splintered ruin and tearing deep gouges into the earth below.“His original vessel is formidable beyond measure…” the Frost Demon mused in silent awe, feeling the raw resilience coursing through the mortal flesh it inhabited.Meanwhile, in the depths of his subconscious realm, Arga drifted amid a swirling tapestry of ethereal auras—each shimmering with distinct hues and power that pulsed like living things. “The Golden-Tusked Demon,” he thought, recalling the ancient sage’s words, “its essence is said to burn with the light of pure gold. That must be the one.”Guided by instinct and purpose, he glided toward a radiant sphere of golden light that hung like a miniature sun in the vast darkness. “This power lies untamed, unrefined. I need only draw it into myself t
Last Updated: 2025-12-26
Chapter: THE BLUE-FANGED TIGER SHIFTERThe instant the young man’s figure cut through the chaos to stand beside the fairy knights, a thunderous roar of determination erupted from their ranks. Weary muscles tensed with new life, and they charged back into the fray, their blades gleaming against the ice-cold sky.Arga moved like a flash of winter lightning—each step silent, each strike precise. The sword in his hand sang a deadly hymn, its edge so sharp that the shifters could find no gap to dodge, no chance to twist away. With effortless grace, he thrust through scales and sinew, slashed through fur and bone, leaving a trail of fallen foes in his wake. When his Demon Sphere Technique crashed into the horde, the explosion sent shards of ice and dark magic scattering—and in the blink of an eye, Arga was there, cutting down every shifter frozen solid by the blast before they could draw another breath.Intan and Rukma raced across the frozen battlefield to reach a knight who lay broken and bloodied. His right leg was severed at
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: The AssaultTen Fae knights stood firm at the village gate, their steel armor gleaming like frozen stars against the inky black of night. Before them, a tide of shape-shifters rolled forth from the mist-shrouded woods—hundreds strong, their eyes burning with predatory hunger, their claws and fangs glinting in the faint light of distant moonbeams. The air itself crackled with tension, thick with the acrid scent of beast and magic alike.“For decades, we have never seen the shape-shifters march in such numbers,” said their leader, his voice low and gravelly as he gripped the hilt of his sword. His name was Lesmana, and every scar across his weathered face told a story of battles fought and won in defense of his people.“Captain Lesmana,” one of the younger knights spoke up, his voice tight with apprehension. “Can we truly stand against hundreds of these creatures? Our strength has its limits.”Lesmana turned to face his subordinate, his gaze hard as iron yet tempered with compassion. “I cannot prom
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Chapter: The Fae VillageIntan and Rukma now wore the garments they had long coveted—flowing robes woven from threads that shimmered like dragonfly wings in the fading light, adorned with intricate patterns of silver filigree that caught every stray beam of dusk. Arga had insisted they choose the finest pieces the shop had to offer, refusing to settle for anything less than what he deemed worthy of their company. For himself, he selected a deep crimson tunic tailored to his broad frame, its fabric lightweight yet durable, embroidered along the collar and cuffs with golden runes that hummed with latent power. The ancient Fae shopkeeper, once so sharp and sneering, now could do little more than offer tight-lipped smiles and silent prayers that the formidable trio would depart without further incident.“Your lordship, my ladies,” the old merchant said, his voice trembling slightly as he glanced toward the darkening streets outside. “Night is falling fast upon us. I plan to close my shop at once—for when darkness
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Arga and the Ancient FaeAs the amber hues of late afternoon painted the sky in strokes of gold and crimson, Arga arrived at the bustling Fae village alongside two young Fae maidens—Intan and Rukma. Nestled at the edge of a vast, mist-shrouded wilderness teeming with shape-shifters of every ilk, the settlement hummed with life; merchants hawked their wares in cobblestone squares, children darted between timber-framed stalls, and the air itself thrummed with the faint, otherworldly pulse of magical energy that bound all Fae domains together.While the sun still clung to the horizon, Intan and Rukma steered their steps toward a clothing emporium, their eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of acquiring new garments. Arga, ever observant, fell back a pace, his gaze fixing on the peculiar method of exchange unfolding before him. Unlike the gold coins and precious gems that circulated in mortal realms, the Fae did not trade in material wealth—instead, they bartered with the essence of spirits they had capt
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Chapter: TOWARD THE FAERIE KINGDOM Arga’s eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy as leaden shields after a battle that had pushed his body to the very brink of death. Through the haze of his fading unconsciousness, he saw a figure leaning close—so near their breath brushed against his cheek. Soft features, luminous skin, and hair like spun moonlight filled his blurry vision. “Intan…?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and cracked as dried leather. “You’re awake at last… Don’t move—not yet. Your strength is all but gone, and several of your bones are broken clean through. Even with the best care, full healing would take days, perhaps longer,” Intan said, her voice gentle yet firm as she pressed a cool hand to his forehead. Arga’s gaze darted frantically from side to side, scanning the forest floor around them. “Where is that shapeshifter…? Did she escape?” “She fled, though not unscathed. Her body was ravaged by wounds—especially from the cursed artifact that now clings to yo
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Last Message (The End)Jalu approached one of the corpses he had spotted and knelt beside it. His hand moved, searching for evidence inside the uniform worn by the man, who appeared to be less than thirty years old.From his experience destroying four academies that refused to submit to him, every member of an academy usually possessed a special mark. It could be a tattoo or a seal, usually in the form of a metal plate."Hmmm... what's this symbol?" Jalu muttered softly when he saw a symbol depicting a mountain encircled by flames on the left chest of the corpse.The eighteen-year-old then glanced at the other corpse and walked towards the one lying face down. Without hesitation, he flipped the body over to confirm his suspicion. Yes. Jalu suspected that the image of the mountain encircled by flames was the emblem of an academy."Turns out I was right." Again, the handsome young warrior muttered to himself. But what confused him was that there were no inscriptions to indicate the name of the academy or its
Last Updated: 2025-11-09
Chapter: Seeking Clues"You're just courting death!" scoffed the robber leader, not even breaking a sweat as several villagers attempted to attack him. He swung his greatsword, a cruel smile plastered on his lips.One by one, the villagers fell. Blood from gaping wounds stained the street, the site of the unbalanced battle, crimson.The inevitable cries of the women echoed as they watched their husbands, brothers, fathers, and sons fall, bathed in blood. It was truly a brutal massacre they were witnessing.If these cruel individuals had been a mere band of robbers, there might have been some semblance of balance, even with the villagers fighting unarmed. However, because the robber gang originated from a dark sect academy, the disparity was stark. The two hundred male villagers who initially resisted dwindled rapidly.In less than half an hour, the village had lost its men. Now, the strategically located village was more aptly called a village of widows, such was the number of women left to mourn their husb
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Chapter: Mass MurderThe tall, large-bodied man's voice was so loud that it could be heard from dozens of meters away. All members of the robber gang who heard it instantly directed their gaze at him, before turning to Darmono and Ayu Wulandari who were running away towards the village exit.More than twenty members rushed to chase. Their quick and simultaneous steps caused dust to fly and be left behind. Like it or not they had to be able to catch the two humans who were trying to escape, rather than getting a heavy punishment from their leader if they failed.Finding their escape known by the robber gang, Darmono and Ayu Wulandari panicked half to death. Both of them tried to speed up their running pace with the aim of not being caught.However, the physical differences between men and women were clearly there. Moreover, Ayu Wulandari was only a spoiled girl who had almost never run until her age of 17 years at this time. The beautiful girl could not run any further even though she had managed to get ou
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Chapter: RobberyThe sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground was clearly heard leaving dust flying billowing thickly. The leader who was left behind grinned widely imagining the great results of his men's work.The village that was the target of their barbarity this time was a strategic and crowded area. Newcomers came and went alternately every time. Some small and large inns were always filled, especially in the harvest seasons.It was not without reason that the village named Sukamakmur was crowded, its position flanked by two large dukedoms and located in the middle of a vast forest was the cause. From one dukedom to another could take two days and two nights of travel, and Sukamakmur village was always the destination to stay overnight rather than being caught in the forest at night.As soon as they entered the village gate, the situation looked very deserted and completely quiet. There was no activity at all that could be captured by the eyes of each member of the robber gang.Apparently the
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Chapter: CuriosityDharmawangsa was amazed by Jalu's body endurance that was able to withstand the effects of Nyi Saraswati's poison. Although he did not know exactly what kind of poison was in Jalu's body, he could already estimate how much power and strength the poison had. He saw it from Jalu's pale face, as well as the emergence of some green veins on the handsome young man's face.Not wanting Jalu to struggle alone against the poison that nested in his body, Dharmawangsa tried to channel his energy to help remove the poison. But what happened made him even frown."Impossible! There must be something wrong."Dharmawangsa was curious, because it turned out that Jalu's body rejected the energy he channeled, and that clearly made it difficult for him to think clearly. How could the body of the young warrior who had stirred up the martial world not want to receive the flow of his energy.It was not Dharmawangsa's name if he gave up just like that. For the second time he channeled his energy again into J
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Chapter: Adverse Impact IIDharmawangsa's face turned red burning with emotion. If it was himself who was insulted it might not be a problem, but if it was his teacher who was insulted, then the person who insulted him was obliged to be killed. Not excluding Ageng Wicaksono."That mouth of yours cannot be allowed to remain intact Ageng Wicaksono! Now it's my turn to attack you bastard!" Dharmawangsa moved quickly attacking Ageng Wicaksono after speaking. The silver sword in his hand looked to release a bright white light that dazzled the eyes. That could be understood considering that the Silver sword he was using had qualified quality."How could it be?" Ageng Wicaksono was captivated by the brightness of the light that came out of the Silver sword. Because all this time he had never known about the original privilege of the sword that had made him a traitor. Even Dharmawangsa and his teacher had never shown it to him."Damn!"As a result of being captivated by the privilege of the Silver sword, Ageng Wicakson
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