Extroversion Of An Immortal Webtoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

Xiao Chen never expected that his constant evasion would lead to such insane suffering. In fact, it was far stronger than what a cultivator ascending to the immortal realm should endure—twice as strong, in fact. But Xiao Chen felt no fear upon seeing this, for he already knew that ascending to the immortal realm would be far more insane than when he ascended to the Nascent Soul realm. Now that he saw it again, it was indeed more intense than he had ever imagined. Now, he had to face everything seriously, and since continuing to avoid it would only cause problems, Xiao Chen decided to endure it with his physique, which was now on par with that of an immortal realm cultivator.

The immortal was pushing himself beyond his limits. His power was rising. Rising higher. Higher than it had ever been before. And with every second The world trembled harder. Because if he unleashed all of it… Reality itself might collapse. The First Immortal noticed it too. “You would destroy the world just to win?” he asked calmly. The immortal’s answer came like thunder. “I’d destroy everything for her.” Seraphine’s heart clenched painfully. “No,” she whispered. The immortal gathered his power. Dark energy condensed around him like a black sun.

the councilor said, and my attention snapped back to her…and the file in her hand. “Nothing.” She arched a brow at me. “I mean it. Nothing. My mom would never tell me anything about him. He got her pregnant and then ran off and left her. He’s a deadbeat.” “Some of the elders top researchers have been studying your energy signature over the last few months,” she said. “Attempting to discover how you—an alleged human—was able to achieve a partial shift.” “And?” My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

“This is one of my many abilities, the creation of domains. Of course all of us have different abilities but I am one of the few who has the ability to create domains freely. I’m not bragging just so you know.” “You were definitely bragging…” “He is. That’s cause it’s really rare.” Akihiko stares at Seirei for some time and asks him- “Are you really immortal though?” “Yes, I am. In a way I am immortal. You can easily kill me though. I won’t age and that’s it.” “Oh.” Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.”