Lone: The Wanderer

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Lone

[Rewritten] Book 1 Milindo & The Holy City: Prologue: Compatible Champion and Stupid Game

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Warning: I am currently in the middle of rewriting this story, so please forgive any huge plotholes you find if you decide to read this now. 

I apologise for this inconvenience and thank you.

"What did you just say?!" a tall and handsome man with long, golden hair that complimented his nine fluffy-looking tails, yelled as his face took on a furious expression.

"What? Didn't you hear me? The Aonian Council has already decided," the muscular and bald woman who had an incredibly beautiful face, replied with a shrug.

"But it's too soon! I haven't even chosen my champion yet!" the man replied as he swished his arms around furiously, disarraying his robes.

"How irresponsible can you be? Really, I mean, even I was considered late in choosing, but I selected mine nearly one-thousand years ago," the woman continued as she decided to sit down on a large cushion of sorts. There were many such cushions in this Arabic-styled palace.

"Don't mention that! It's your fault I haven't decided yet! Your champion only went and killed the guy I was considering, now didn't she?!" the man furiously responded with his bitterness on full display.

The woman scowled and replied, "Calm down. That candidate was a psycho. Then again, so are you. Here, I'll give you a list." 

After saying so, the woman stood up and waved her hand, making a sheet of golden parchment appear in front of her. She immediately grabbed it and handed it to the raging man. "This is a list of Mortal-level beings that are compatible with my champion and with yourself, choose one," she said with a slight grin.

"Arg! Fine! You win! Why was I paired with this buffoon of a woman? To think that we were forced to choose from the worst planet for our champions... Earth," the man mumbled as his eyes scanned the list of possible champions.

"Hmm?" the man said as a surprised and almost pleased look flashed across his face.

"Someone tickle your fancy?" the woman asked as she raised a glass of wine to her lips.

"Yes... this, 'Darren' character. He has a very large soul vessel... hahahahaha! With his potential, maybe, just maybe, we can win this stupid game!" the man with long golden hair loudly laughed as a certain hope was igniting inside of him.

The bald woman merely stayed silent and smiled mysteriously at his choice of champion.

This was the day that the fates of the depressed teacher and the forgotten immortal would forever be altered.

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