All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 291
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Mistrust
“After my father passed away, Li Jie continually encouraged me to rise again and again. He, too, had experienced what you went through, Grandfather. His parents died when he was only five years old. You were fortunate to have someone to care for you, but Li Jie had to survive by wandering from childhood until he became an adult,” Jian Ying spoke, her voice filled with calm determination as she recounted the hardships endured by the young man she regarded as her own.Mao Tung remained silent, absorbing every word that flowed from Jian Ying’s lips, his mind turning over each detail carefully, like a man weighing precious gems.“You are right, Jian Ying. I should not allow myself to be lost in this sorrow. I must accept that every living being faces death, and so too must Mahaguru,” Mao Tung said, straightening his hunched back that had been bent under the weight of grief. Suddenly, the small urn in his hands vanished without a trace, as if swallowed by the air itself
A Happy Ending
Thank you for reading this entire story. To complete and meet the required word count for this month, I will include several chapters from my next book, titled “The Rise of the Sword of Darkness.” *** Mao Tung nodded solemnly. After paying their final respects to the late Mahaguru, the three of them turned back toward the palace in the heavenly realm. The journey took them two days, yet they encountered no significant obstacles along the way. Once they arrived, Li Jie immediately made his way to the grand hall, eager to meet Xiao Chen. The Heavenly Palace, which had been left in ruins from the recent war, was slowly but steadily being restored. Gods and Demons, once adversaries, now worked together in harmony to rebuild what had been destroyed. Even the demon troops that had been enemies only a few days ago now joined in the restoration efforts, contributing their strength to the reconstruction of the palace. Upon entering the grand hall, Li Jie approached Xiao Chen and Zhu Fe
Murder
Synopsis: THE RISE OF THE DARK SWORD The tragic incident that befell his family drove Ajisaka to abandon his life as a member of a band of robbers and turn against them. Never did he imagine that his fate would grant him a rare blessing — the Pure Blood flowing within his veins, a bloodline that appears only once every five hundred years. Yet, behind this extraordinary gift lies a heavy burden. Aji must fulfill a sacred mission: to slay an immortal being who has forged a pact with demons in a bid to dominate the world and make Earth the central stronghold of rebellion against the Divine. But before he can face this eternal adversary, Aji must first find the Dark Sword — the only legendary weapon capable of ending the immortal’s life. Will Aji succeed in completing the divine task entrusted to him?*****************“Father’s home!”A handsome young man called out loudly as he arrived before a tigh
Vengeance
The young man—only twenty-five years of age—hurried out of his house, his steps swift and uneven as he made his way to his neighbor’s home to report the terrible tragedy that had just befallen his family.Moments later, the sharp, rhythmic sound of a wooden alarm drum—the kentongan—echoed through the quiet village. In the countryside, such frantic beating meant only one thing: a calamity. It could mean a murder, a fire, or another grave disaster.Aji sat silently on a wooden chair as a dozen of his neighbors moved about, helping to prepare the burial of his wife and children. His eyes were hollow, devoid of light—his soul seemed to have left his body. Grief crushed him so completely that he no longer had the will to live.Tears streamed down his face as memories of his cheerful little son and his gentle, loving wife replayed in his mind. He could not believe that the warmth of their home—so full of laughter just yesterday—had been snatched away so cruelly.
Pure Blood
Winarto and the others were taken aback by Aji’s sudden behavior.“What’s the matter with you? Why did you stop?” Winarto asked.Aji drew his sword. “What did you do to my family, you bastard chief?!”Winarto flinched when Aji accused him of the murder of his wife and children. He made no attempt to deny it; instead he answered with a cold, careless shrug.“Oh… about your wife and children? I didn’t mean to kill them—only if your wife had willingly lain with me…” Winarto said casually.“You scoundrel… I’ll kill you!” Aji barked.Sword drawn, Aji lunged at Winarto while the latter still sat astride his horse. Seven of Winarto’s men leaped down and formed a protective ring around their chief.The fight was unequal. In moments several slashing blows found Aji’s body; fresh blood darkened his clothes. Still he refused to yield—life or death had become the same to him.Blood poured from his wounds. Any hope of reveng
Training
Prayoga slowly shook his head. “I cannot make you strong, young man. Only you can forge your own strength. I can merely guide your path.”Aji nodded firmly. “I understand what you mean, Master.”“Good. For now, I will focus on restoring your body. You must recover completely before you can endure what I am about to teach you.”The old man rose to his feet and walked toward a small wooden cabinet. On top of it lay a pitch-black sword, its blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. Prayoga lifted it with care, then stored it safely inside the cabinet.“My name is Prayoga. What is yours, young man?”“My name is Aji, Master.”Days passed as the two of them worked to heal Aji’s battered body. Whenever Prayoga went out to gather medicinal herbs, Aji refused to remain idle. Even with his wounds yet to fully close, he practiced preparing herbal mixtures, observing every motion of his teacher’s hands.Prayoga also taught
Vengeance Once More
"Aji, I don't even know where to begin about you. But I feel the time has come for you to avenge the deaths of your wife and child. All the techniques and arts I taught you, you have mastered in such a short time. Go — and settle your family's score." Prayoga said."But Grandfather, who is he?" Aji asked, curiosity knitting his brow."I have grown used to being alone. Perhaps it is time for me to return to my place after so long searching for you. My duty to guide you is complete. The rest — you must discover for yourself where he is." Prayoga answered."Who is he, Grandfather? And where should I look?"Prayoga opened a small cabinet, drew forth a black sword, and handed it to Aji. "I cannot tell you. This Earth-Core Sword will show you the way. Study it well, and let it speak to your heart.""So this sword is called the Earth-Core Sword? Why such a name?" Aji asked, a little puzzled by the strange title of the black blade."Cent
Torture
With such force in Aji’s inner power that the gate splintered and crashed with a thunderous roar.Winarto, having only just stepped out of his residence, was furious—especially when he saw Aji standing there, staring at him with a cold, hard gaze.“You’re still alive, you stinking bastard! I swear no one will save you today!” Winarto snarled.Behind him, forty of his men already gripped their weapons, ready to strike. They waited only for Winarto’s order to tear Aji to pieces.“You’re overconfident, Winarto. I won’t let anyone here leave alive,” Aji hissed. Quietly, he channeled his inner power into his hands.“Bastard! Cut him up!” Winarto barked, issuing the command to his men.Forty of Winarto’s thugs surged forward together. The whine of their blades split the air as their attacks aimed for empty space.Aji moved with calm precision, evading every strike as if he had anticipated each one. There was not a trace of panic on the muscular, handsome man’s face.“Argh!”One by one, Wina
Information About the Tournament
Winarto’s vision flickered, his sight growing hazy. He could feel it—his life was slipping away, inch by inch.The faces of his countless victims—those he had robbed, assaulted, and murdered—began to dance before his eyes, mocking him in a cruel parade of memories.Moments later, Winarto collapsed to the ground, his body limp, life draining from him completely.Aji stood in silence, staring at the bodies strewn across the place. Then, without a word, he stepped into Winarto’s residence, gathering whatever valuables he could find—mostly coins and jewelry small enough to carry.One by one, he dragged the corpses of the bandits inside and piled them together. When he was done, he set fire to the hideout—a place that had once been his own den of survival, back when he was still one of them.From a distance, Aji sat beneath a massive tree, his weary back against the trunk. His eyes reflected the flames that devoured the wooden structure until nothing remained but ash and smoke that rose in
Ratih
Aji frowned slightly as he noticed the confusion on the beautiful girl’s face. The handsome young man asked softly,“Is something wrong? Do you need any help?”The girl glanced at Aji for a brief moment, then lowered her head. She was afraid—afraid that if she accepted his help, he might demand something in return. Worse still, she feared he might expect her to repay his kindness with her body.A shiver ran down her spine. Yet she couldn’t ignore the embarrassment of her situation. Not being able to pay for the food she had already eaten was mortifying.“Why are you so quiet?” Aji asked again. “Is there something I can do for you?”At last, the girl decided to accept the handsome stranger’s offer. At least she could deal with this small humiliation first. If her worst fears came true, she would fight back—even if it cost her life.After taking a deep breath, she finally answered, “My money pouch is gone. Someone must have st