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I stumbled backward, my heart thudding in my chest. Panic flared, a wave of fear crashing over me. I had heard the stories, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the Cannibal. It was a beast of nightmare proportions, its dark scales gleaming like polished obsidian under the moonlight. Its eyes, glowing an unnatural green, seemed to pierce the very soul of anyone unlucky enough to cross its path. It moved with the silent grace of a predator, its massive wings creating great force just by flapping them lightly as it jumped down in front of the alcove, blocking my exit.
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Also, I know people these days carrying guns without knowledge on how to properly use them. Are you really gonna say people practiced with weapons and then became bandits? Hunger, hatred, greed , ever heard of those factors? You don't choose as a peasant. I appreciate constructive critism, so no worries. Speak your mind
Timeline is different. There was no major wars recently. Also, in a era of dragons, the bandits were more active outside Crownlands. If you still can't except the tiny chance that a modern guy with a more clear thinking can fight in 8 year olds body , you should note it wasn't a head on fight. He distracted them to take them out , yet he would have died. Do you want him to die without fighting and end the story
Don't worry. This is a translation of a completed novel
bandits are Peasants wielding broken weapons without training , and he still almost died. When life's on the line, you get the strength
"The worst part was at your sixth-grade graduation ceremony, where you gave a speech about the hammer and sickle in front of so many dignitaries."
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Barely 💀
This is just to keep track of all the generals. I've forgotten a few of the earliest bits 🥲
Thanks mate. Really appreciate the support❤️
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I stumbled backward, my heart thudding in my chest. Panic flared, a wave of fear crashing over me. I had heard the stories, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the Cannibal. It was a beast of nightmare proportions, its dark scales gleaming like polished obsidian under the moonlight. Its eyes, glowing an unnatural green, seemed to pierce the very soul of anyone unlucky enough to cross its path. It moved with the silent grace of a predator, its massive wings creating great force just by flapping them lightly as it jumped down in front of the alcove, blocking my exit.
Game of thrones: A storm is coming
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