《The reaper (god i cant think of a proper title, i might change it later)》


 prologue

    ¡°Agghhhhhhhh!¡± The mark called spirit sprout appeared on my chest and started to spread throughout my entire body instantly without warning.


    This was a ritual, a power that surpasses mortals the power of forcibly summoning a being from another place. This ritual was one of the ways towards absolute power the never ending path of supremacy, the path of an immortal.


    ¡°Ughhh.. aggggggggghhhhhh!¡± The rapid spread of the spirit sprout was tearing my body apart, my skin started to tear, my internal organs started to become crushed into smithereens my whole body was beginning to crumble and disintegrate into nothingness.


    But I cant give up, I would never let myself give in at this final moment, in order to obtain what I desire, the wish that I must fulfil.


    For this reason I must control the mark, that is currently spreading its roots deeply within my body.


    I should be able to control it after all this mark is my proof of power my proof of my talent.


    That¡¯s why I must overcome my pain!, I must overcome my limits!!, I MUST OVERCOME THE SUMMONING!!!.


    ¡°AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!¡± I screamed with all my heart and determination as I withstood the     immense pain assaulting me with my tattered body, I started to chant a special summoning spell ¡° My name is Leonhardt Abyss I offer you my entire being in exchange I shall demand your entire being, I offer the intertwining of our souls Heed my summoning and come forth my summon, my partner, My new other self. ¡°


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    Suddenly the mark started to emit an intense light engulfing me with its purifying embrace, causing my tattered body to undergo reconstruction through constant destruction with regeneration.


    Surprisingly I felt no pain during this process but instead a warm feeling of calmness and power washed over me. As my body started to become stronger and stronger with each passing moment the engulfing light slowly started to dissipate.


    However the moment the light disappeared, the mark flared up again and this time instead of a purifying light of healing it was the opposite, it started emitting a dark light that engulfed the entire area and without warning started to converge together on my body forming a tattoo of a white intertwined with black egg inside the arms of a figure.


    As the tattoo was finished, the darkness started to fade allowing Leonhardt to finally able to see what was ahead of himself, only to find a white intertwined with black egg lying on the ground.


    ¡°This ¡­ is my summon?, my soul mate?¡±

 chapter 1

    Rakios empire: a small country in the eastern regions of the boundless mainland. Despite being small Rakios empire is independent from the larger countries surrounding it, and is considered to be quite powerful for its size boasting a power comparable to larger countries, earning it a spot amongst the strongest countries all thanks to their trademark the duo combination of summoners and connectors.


    Its environment and climate is sought after and envied by other less fortunate countries, as the lands are full of lush vegetation, life and treasures, making it easy for humans and other intelligent races to thrive. Not only that but it also contains boundless minerals and materials buried deep within the rich land just waiting to be exploited.


    However for all its glorious splendour this is only 80 % of the total land that Rakios occupies with the other 20% being a complete wasteland of poverty and despair as theses lands have been ravaged by the long occasional warfare between Rakios and its invaders.


    Currently a youth who looked around 15-16 years old was walking alone a derelict footpath that leaded towards what was once a prospering border city, but now nothing remained aside from the wanton destruction of warfare.


    Suddenly the youth stopped walking as he approached the cites centre, the place of where his parents died.


    The ground started below the youth started to become wet with moisture as drops of water started to fall from the youths face showing a look of sadness and despair.


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    ¡°So this is where my mother and father died, and yet despite their sacrifice the city still fell.¡±


    ¡°I heard it from my adoptive father that they died a noble death, defending the city to their very last to buy time for other people to live..... but was that what truly happened I cant believe that they couldn¡¯t escape with their strength. After all my adoptive father kept boasting about my father strength and how he could have been a middle to high noble.¡±


    ¡°No it doesnt matter, I will find out the truth one day and I shall enact my revenge whenever it be friend or foe I shall have my revenge.¡±


    Suddenly a masculine voiced called out to the youth, ¡°Young master leo the master wishes to see you urgently, he said that he has a gift for you.¡±


    Wiping his tears away the youth turned around to see an old man with a sharp look about him, dressed in black leather with a crest of wings etched on it, along with a griffon beside him giving out an impressive aura of might as if nothing could stand in its way and live.


    ¡°Yes Vashtor let us go and see my father!¡± replied Leonhardt in his normal dull monotone voice showing no trace of the sadness that he just experienced.


    As if it was a common occurrence Vashtor just shrugged and the two of them made their way back.