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Somewhere within the region of Stone Mountain Range finds a group of wild golem creatures was currently being besieged. What made this strange was the act that this group was being taken on by three figures that looked the same, along with a half meter tall spider jet black in color with purple highlights on various points on its body. Naturally, the group besieging the golems was Kirou, his clones, and his new pet. [-150]

The hell is his problem? He looks at the guy next to him and grunts like they were having a private conversation. My eyes flick to the last individual who seem to be continually emitting black smoke from his body. He's nearly as tall as the giant and his skin resembled coal. His eyes a dark bottomless pit of anger & malice and his short hair the color of thick sticky tar.

before that person who pushed him this morning took a hit from the mini golem he was fighting with a while ago, Instructor Goki caught the attack of the golem and rescued that person. He even caught the golems attack with one hand only. Yman's mouth formed like 'o' seeing this. The golem tried to attack him using its bladed hand. But his bulging muscle was like an impenetrable armor that could not be penetrated with any weapons. Instructor Goki glanced at Yman and said, "I'm disappointed at you kiddo...regardless, you take care of this one too," he said at him while pointing at the mini golem.

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Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

His good looks were so out of this world, and I was having my fill. My eyes roamed his face, taking in his sharp jaw, those thick brows, his deep dark brown eyes that almost looked black, and the black studs in his ears. And above all, those full lips that probably kissed any female species to oblivion. I wanted those lips on mine. Whoa, Alexa. Where did that come from? I still had a boyfriend, even though I was still Godzilla angry at him. My eyes trailed lower, finding him in an almost similar outfit from last weekend, except his t-shirt was white, and the leather jacket was brown.

Shuji asked his friend. "Are you, aren't you?" Akatsuki asked his friend. "Neither. I put that kind of thing in place," Shuji replied to his friend. Shuji stood up and took the clothes he was going to wear. Shuji was wearing a black leather jacket and a black polo long-sleeve shirt. He was also wearing black pants. "Your aura is just an action star? Haha!" Akatsuki pissed off his friend and hit him in the head.

Their eyes gleamed with crimson-red light, and their bodies seemed way stronger than usual goblins. They raised their weapons, which seemed made of black rock and infused with some spirit stones, releasing some fire and wind elements from them. "Interesting… Black and Gray Goblins? Are these variants due to this dungeon being made by my lord?" wondered Belphegor. Chaos, however, flew towards the Goblins while flapping his draconic wings. He decided to fight on his humanoid form this time, as he quickly activated several skills at the same time, mostly those of self-strengthening such as Orc's Strong Physique or the Giant's Skills. Additionally, he loaded himself with the Nether Wyvern Skills

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

He is powerful, cunning, evil, and sly. “The god of chaos,” I said. And he smiled widely. “Not many people outside this kingdom know me, but she could tell from looking at me she is indeed smart,” he said, smiling. Honestly, he is not looking bad at all; from the way he sat and crossed his legs, he must be very tall. He has bright white skin. I can’t tell if he is muscular or just lanky with the baggy clothes he is wearing, but the clothes look good on him. Black must be his favourite colour, as his nails are also painted black. But what I don’t understand is his hair style. He had on a galax hairstyle, with the hair in the middle looking like spikes. He is still handsome, even with the craz