Birthed as the direct descendants of the human race it was no surprise that the royal family had one of the purest and highest manas. Due to the high level of mana reserves within their body, every royal was born with an ability or two and only ever once—three.With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come.Thus, the human race was known as one of the most loyal races.Because of their insane mana reserves the royals had hair either too light or dark. There had never been a single instance where a royal's hair was dull but they were known for possessing hair that screamed their mana heritage.The present king- King Abbott was born with an extreme amount of light mana and for this reason, he possessed ha

A huge gust of wind enveloped both Genad and Feral prompting their hairs to scatter across the wind as they finally landed in a steep area, somewhere deep in the almost unending enclosure of rocks.Feral blinked twice, his eyes turning slightly red from the stray hair which had flown into them, and only then did he realize that his bangs had grown quite long."Need help?" Genad called out to the pouting Feral who was busy fiercely struggling with his messy hair."Hmm," Feral hummed after he was done.As he stretched out his hands to grab unto Genad's outstretched one, Paws suddenly sneezed and with a heavy quiver of his body threw him off."Huh? ...AHHH!!"In a panic, the screaming Feral grasped at anything he could catch and ended up grabbing Genad's hair and with a forceful pull, they ended up falling unto the floor together in a rather disgraceful manner."Ugh...," Feral groaned a bit when he suddenly felt a tuft of something smooth in his arm.Looking over his entire face paled on

Dina's eyes bulged in shock at the items that filled the room. Weapons of various sizes, forms, and types, and even without counting she could guess that they were up to fifty of them! And the best part? They all seemed to be in the legendary grade!Weapons in the Styr nation were divided into 5 grades—normal, noble, mythical, legendary, and spirit. Weapons on the spirit grade were weapons of old, great items used by the ancients and filled with immense power, its power was so great that it was said to have taken a living form over time.It was rumored that if one was able to get their hands on a single one, dominating over the entire nation of Styr was more than possible. Beneath these great weapons were the legendary ones and although not as powerful, to be directly below the spirit grade one could guess just how great their potential was.And up to fifty of them were uselessly piled up here slowly rotting away!"So many! I wonder which to choose~" Feral gushed in excitement as he r

{To every man there is a God, to every demon—a machine, to every elf—treasures but to the gnomes there is none. Mention our links.}'What the—what kind of fucking question is this? Is this even a riddle?!' Dina exclaimed internally.Four races, four marks and they were to find a link? How?Genad was silent, he seemed deep in thought as if trying to find a clue in the strange riddle, after all in every riddle the answer was always staring at one so blatantly and what one needed was just to find it.... that was when it clicked!Four races, four marks, and a link but why four? Where was the fifth? Where were the angels? A link... how were the angels linked to all this? It was simple!Over the years the angels could be stated to be the dominating race, in fact, they might as well be called the main rulers of Styr kingdom during these years. They tied the humans down with an illusion of worship to them as 'the servants of the ancient god', the elves they had blinded with treasures, effortl

“Where….?” a purple-haired boy of about nine muttered as he swirled about in the deserted plane. He soon looked up to find a huge crowd before him and running up to the crowd he found himself shoving his way through.What was happening? Where was he? Where was Dad?The little boy after managing to manoeuvre his way through the crowd looked up and saw what made his heart drop. His father was being held up a cross on the pavilion by an executioner who stood with an axe beside him, ready to give him the worst execution yet.Subconsciously, the name of the punishment popped into his mind— Butchering scales. It was a horrible torture technique that involved scraping one's scales over and over again until they could no longer regenerate. Keeping in mind that the demons had one of the most powerful regenerating abilities and were very tenacious this was a very disgusting technique.It was a torture that could last for days continually without a single moment of rest depending on the demon’s