Zanpakuto Ideas Novels & Stories

“I have gathered much of Pazuzu’s history over the years. He is capable of sending a clone every thousand years. So far we have been successful. But they get stronger each time. And whenever powerful warriors die, their powers are sucked in by Pazuzu, and sent to his true self. Surely a day will come when he would break free from Hanbi’s power and return. As long as this world remains he wouldn’t die by our hand. Only gods can kill gods. We can only seal him”

This made Zeno trust him even more. This person had the information and resources he wanted, plus weaknesses that could be exploited. He was truly the perfect cannon fodder candidate. Zeno had already planned how to use Barton as a chess piece after taking down the Desolate Ancient Sect, to target his two imperial brothers who remained in the dark. Oh, and his old father's shameless illegitimate son, Jasper! Zeno looked at the Desolate Ancient Sect before him, shrouded in clouds and mist with its protective barrier raised. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Paxton-goddamned-Brooks, you crafty, scheming old fox, you only let Zayn go because he fits into your future plan, didn’t you? He’s the bait to lure Caelum out of whatever he calls his retirement home.” Antony might not have been a superior class fighter, but he had an exceptionally high IQ, or he would have never gotten to where he was as the lone “ordinary human” among superhumans. It did not take him a long time to realize that Zayn and Raiden’s duel was Paxton’s plan all along!

While Lucas was watching the incident unfold, he instantly thought of an idea. He had the idea of cultivating another zombie since all four zombies of the Apocalyptic Legion were all already Rank 7 Zombies. 'This Sven wields a longsword. Should I make him a swordsman? Sven, the swordsman!' The name indeed sounded domineering. The thought of cultivating a swordsman made Lucas break into a smile. It was a fact that Lucas could save Sven with his Healing Spells. Unfortunately, Lucas had never once thought of himself as a kind man. He would only carry out things that he wished to do.

Not everyone in this room trusted him. “I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.”

Only the thoughts of my mates pulled me out of the abusive mess I was thrown into along with the thirst to avenge my parents and clan that kept my hunger to stay alive going. Zompano and his pack had overstayed their stay on this planet. It was time for them to kiss their life goodbye. There was going to be no mercy now. The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a creature who shall kill the Zorean Supremo with no weapon made of the living or the non living. My ultimate weapon was nothing ostentatious. Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS !