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Unruly Spirit

Year 19,001 since Founding. Russell Auburn, the youngest mage in history to be granted the nobility rank of Baron from a commoner status thanks to his numerous contributions to the kingdom, exited the royal palace after having been awarded the unprecedented title of “Greatest Detective of All Time” by the reigning monarch himself. Journalists swarmed him outside the palace gates and questioned one after another, “Esteemed Baron, there are rumors in the royal capital that only by relying on your wife's background did you reach your current heights! What's your opinion about this?” “At the recently concluded sensational case of ‘Frost Willow Conspiracy’ we received some dubious tipoff that you exposed their treachery only because the price they offered couldn't satisfy your appetite? Please give your comments to expel such negative rumors.” “During The Massacre of Little Clover Township, the tragic incident over a hundred years ago, an unconfirmed source says that you could have saved more people but deliberately didn't do so for personal motives! Is there any truth to this or could you perhaps have had some unknown difficulties at that time?” “Esteemed Baron…” Hearing their nonstop smearing campaign Russell felt his blood pressure soar! If not for the fact that all of these journalists had backers in the royal court then he would have shown them the consequences for questioning an aristocrat so blatantly. He kept a calm expression as he replied, “Everyone! Those are all nothing but rumors spread by jealous people! I hope that journalist friends would uphold their professional values and not endorse the words of rumormongers.” Russell summoned his Pegasus with a wave of his hand while adding arrogantly, “As for me relying on my wife's background? That's a foolish joke! She proposed marriage first not only because of our deep love but also because I was very talented in my profession. She had the foresight to see my potential way back in my humble beginnings. That's all!” He gracefully sat on top of the Pegasus, riding away in style but not before forcefully saying his famous line, “I have reached my current position only by relying on talent, loyalty, and righteousness!”
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Twilight of the Vast Expanses

[40,000+ words untill locked chapters.] [Long Chapters] [Gritty, Dark Story] [No Harem] [No Smut] ____________ 'Why' does one strive to attain power? For what reason does one endure various rigorous trainings, endure the bruises and the batterings, and go ahead to drill their soul and body into perfect shape just to become stronger? Those ridiculously overpowered, god-like monsters that walked the Earth knew, because they never stopped training. But I didn't know the reason. Why, one might ask? The answer was quite simple, really. I had no desire to 'know' the reason, and I had no drive to discover the 'why.' It was because my circumstances gave me no reason to become stronger. And stupidly enough, I greatly believed that I was strong enough to fend for myself. But boy was I wrong. Fate punched me in the guts, and proceeded to give me very, very good reasons to abandon my narrowed mentality and strive to become stronger than I thought I was. And those reasons multiplied by the day. As I ventured out of the dreary slum-like backlands that I grew up in — diving head first into the wider world overrun by monstrous aliens, insanely advanced technology, and humans with supernatural powers — the initial 'why' had grown to become quite... numerous. So come. Come read my story. And see how I crawled out of the depths of the dejected Island called the backlands as a nameless underachiever, and grew to become a.. tether to the entire universe. Come read how I came to be called... The Twilight of the Vast Expanses.
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