Bawat's heir
The heir of the portal In a world where the value of humans was measured by their strength ... I was all weakened them. I woke up to a talent classified as the use of interest. No sword, no magic, no hope. But in the darkness of an abandoned cellar, the gate appeared ... I enter it does not come out as it was. Every death brings me back to the beginning, And every attempt brings me closer to the truth: I am not worthless ... I am an inheritance of something that exceeds understanding.
About Bawat's heir
The heir of the portal In a world where the value of humans was measured by their strength ... I was all weakened them. I woke up to a talent classified as the use of interest. No sword, no magic, no hope. But in the darkness of an abandoned cellar, the gate appeared ... I enter it does not come out as it was. Every death brings me back to t...Read more