Romans & histoires Rengoku Outline

Status: Ren Nebunie Race: Traveling Reaper Realm: Realization Realm Rank: Four Occupation: Apothecary Rank Silver, Elixerist Rank Gold, Inscriptionist Rank Silver Manual: Vampiric Devil Mastered, Fan Arts Mastered, Sword Arts Mastered, Claw Arts Mastered, Bow Arts Mastered, String Arts Mastered Reaper System Functions: Gray Line collect souls, Black Line collects Ion, White Line collects mental information, Gold Line Branding 'Hmm, a lot of my stuff has been removed. Guess I can recover that stuff later after reaching higher realms again.' Ren cleaned up his mental space and thought about what to do next. He needed a few underlings to serve under him. 'With the Inscrptioning, I can then appl

re[iled Aunty Berek, making Rengganis frowned. Rengganis looked at Kayana. The man continued avoiding his opponents attack like a drunken man. His move was quick and his body seemed flexible. He could bend, look up to the side and then roll his back inety degrees backwards without overtuning. Rengganis scratched her head watching Kayana who was more like playing his opponents. “Hahaha, you missed! You can’t even touch me!” Kayana sneered, laughing. “Watch out you, damn it!” cursed one of the men.

He always excelled in the fire magic. I could sense the disturbing mood of my beloved. I couldn’t ignore it. I had the urge to do something for him. I focused my mana on my surroundings and lifted myself to the other side of the mirror. Although my appearance was only created by mana, I could touch and feel their heat. I stumbled and was helped by Rengoku’s arm that caught me in the grip of steel. His strength must’ve been prodigious like he was back then. He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding.

Change filled the air, the birds flying away as the noise segregated their space. If I hadn’t known anything about this pack, I’d think they were all just people with a high range of bloodlust. I had no idea how the Deadly Fang pack was formed, but I knew that their alpha, Ryu, was a devil. “Arghh!!!” Kyle groaned loudly. My eyes darted to the battlefield, and I saw what had been missing from the picture. His right hand, which had been injured considerably, was now lying on the floor with a sword clutched on.