The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman - Chapter 423: Why?

Orion was on his way back home from work.He was hurrying back home to take a nap while planning how he would spend his weekend as well, but while he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the last thing he remembered was the truck barreling towards him before everything around him turned dark.However to his surprise, he didn’t feel any pain after having the accident. In fact, he couldn’t see anything.Everything around him seemed dark but when he opened his mouth to speak, he heard the gurgling sounds of a baby.Noticing that the one sounding like a baby was him, Orion tried to open his eyes to know exactly where he was, but when he did, the first thing his eyes fell upon was a stunning beautiful elf, holding him with the most tenderest of care.Not only was she his mother, she was also a queen as well and she had a beautiful sister who adored him just as much as his mother.Aside from this, Orion also noticed he had received a system which allowed him to grow and evolve faster than a normal High Elf but after finding out the huge role his mother played in eradicating the war between all races, Orion vowed to live a happy and fulfilling life with his mother, aunt and a few others he cared a lot about.

In the nation of Avrael, power is both a blessing and a curse. Sixteen-year-old Ayato Daath, a poor orphan, had always hoped to live unnoticed in the shadows of the city. But when he is forced to undergo The Rite of Manifestation, the ritual that determines one’s magical potential, his worst fear comes true—he is an Elite.Now torn from the only life he’s ever known, Ayato is thrust into a brutal world of magic, bloodshed, and treacherous politics. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, where rival factions scheme in the dark, and where a single misstep could mean death, Ayato must quickly learn one thing—adapt, or perish. And one thing Ayato already knows is that in Avrael, only the ruthless survive.

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. However calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself and Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death for him. Only for him to wake up again on the day of.In a world of skills, titles and blessings; a smart time looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.If a wall is in front, going around is not an option. Instead batter it with your head thousands of times till either the wall breaks or you do. And gain skill levels along the way

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”