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ARE YOU Tired of time loop stories where the protagonist is too scared to take advantage of adding to his or her death-count?
Are you tired of protagonists who care that dying hurts?
Are you craving stories that have overpowered calamities who fight badass protagonists and sassy love interests?
Are you also craving those stories where Overpowered calamities actually being defeated is not a dream, but an approaching fact.
How about stories that don't have the concept of not winning permanently?!
What about training arcs that actually matter?
Well then! Rise of the Sword God's Successor is here to deliver!
Follow Darren, our resident time-looping Boss whom invokes boss music!
Watch as he dies repeatedly in order to get stronger with every reset and gives zero stonks about the consequences of his temporary actions that just cease to exist when he dies anyway!
Unless they don't!
Did you hear that?!
Also follow Anna, our resident time-looping Berserker whom also invokes boss music and verbal roasts, physical roasts, and turning bandits into mincemeat!
Follow Jessa, our resident time-looping Stealth-sassin whom also invokes boss music and not-so-drunken brawls, do you see that one of her hands is behind her back? Why has it been in her sleeve and behind her this whole time we were fighting? OH CRAP! Why is there a tanto going straight for my ey-
Everybody has problems. Some big, some small...
Like the impending apocalypse and the two slightly unhinged women who both share his heart as well as a ridiculously complicated destiny!
By destiny I mean a teacher who is also a god who definitely doesn't want the world to end.
Again!
Things to expect:
A time loop within a time loop: Because more time is always better even if it's BROKEN!
Incoming calamities so overpowered they make Godzilla look like a rather sassy ant drunk on sugarwater: Good luck with that, Darren! You'll need it!
A sassy, multiple-scimitar-wielding love interest who roasts enemies before slicing and dicing: Anna's got jokes.
Those jokes are also a body count.
A blonde berserker with anger management issues and a hidden tanto she fully intends to surprise-stab her enemies with! At least twice!: Jessa's definitely not crazy, she just really likes stabbing things that piss her off!
Training arcs that are entire plotlines!: Get ready to flex muscles with magic! Swing swing swing those swords! You don't have enough Ki?! Flex harder!
Realistic relationship drama!: Because love triangles are never simple even if they are all technically fine with it. Especially when time travel is involved. Harems make no sense and two women are probably too many... DARREN DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT AND NEITHER DO OUR TWO LOVE INTERESTS! But let's be even more honest! Arguments! Storming off! Realistic disagreements! Darren putting his foot in his mouth multiple times! Anna and Jessa just as many! Watch as they TRY TO MAKE IT WORK!
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A protagonist who embraces the chaos!: Darren's not here to play nice. He's here to win. Even if it kills him repeatedly. Twice. Or maybe too many times to count!
Join Darren on an adventure of a lifetime or maybe five hundred.
This is a story where things are almost never as they seem and the only constant is death.
In a world where you can kill the imperial taxman-
Actually Taxes are also a constant and don't goddamn try to avoid the tax god.
Ahem.
Darren regrets everything, and you'll love every minute of it.
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Get ready to loop!
Get ready to save the world AND die trying!
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“Mama’s here to punish the bad babies who thought they could get away with murder! Surprise, you can’t! Wow! I wonder what changed?!” I shouted at the top of my lings.
Everyone stared.
From the man in the black ninja suit to the mustache man with the lightning bolt emblazoned onto his martial arts suit.
They stared incredulously.
Then they opened their mouths and began laughing.
I giggled and then I laughed with them.
Then I decapitated a ninja and continued laughing even as they stopped.
My giggles turned to laughs and then a manically intense laugh echoed through the bar as heads went flying.
I continued giggling as I rushed forward and cut off the arm of the man with the nunchaku before he could do more than get into a stance.
I continued guffawing at the man with the large hammer-wielding man who I hamstrung at the knees and heels and followed by stabbing my blade into his skull and fell to the ground as a lifeless corpse.
Sure, carry a large hammer, but don’t be so slow!
Blood painted the walls, the floor, even the ceiling of this wretched den.
I moved through the bar area as they actually started trying to escape.
I threw my left scimitar and bypassed the person who had the single line of a pointy hairstyle that really looked strange.
What is with these people and sharp triangles?
He found that just because one scimitar was busy impaling a man with a staff to the wall after being thrown, didn’t mean the other wasn’t just as capable of severing his head.
As for the one with the staff, I was aiming for his forehead, but that’s okay because I took his head off too after approaching him.
As I took my scimitar from his corpse I looked around.
With a shrug I moved towards the helpfully labeled training area
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I met with a squat man with a smashed-looking nose.
He charged at me with his axe raised high but I sidestepped his clumsy attack with my scimitars flashing out to sever his hamstrings.
Surprisingly, he moved forward and to the side just enough to avoid that strike and had forced me to bend backward to avoid a slash that might have cut my head in two but instead cut my cheek and scraped a bit of skin off the side of my face.
Used the momentum of my back bend to roll backwards into a forward lunge.
He tried jumping backwards and raised his axe, but I was faster.
He roared in pain and collapsed sideways and onto the ground like a felled tree.
My scimitar had split him in two at the waist.
“You can’t attack me with half a body so…” I finished him with a swift and final stroke.
His blood splattered across my kimono and that was a good addition to the rest.
The training hall was filled with corpses so I returned to the bar area to investigate
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I hadn't made enough noise to attract those upstairs.
The crimson-covered walls of the bar area and training hall were kind of sickening but I had killed enough after all this time to not actually care above the slight disgust that assured me I was still human.
I entered one of the offices after being drawn by the glint of metal on a wall-mounted board.
It was an ‘assassination board’ which was apparently a list of targets with prices attached to their heads.
I scanned the names as my frown deepened with each passing entry.
I pulled out the dossiers they had on the targets, and wow!
They didn't even have the decency to target bad people. They exclusively targeted good ones with charitable ventures that were beneficial.
I pulled out a few documents from a nearby desk and sifted my fingers through the papers with ease.
This was one of many black-action guilds, I realized.
I hadn’t actually seen one in person yet, but I had heard them be talked about.
In rundown bars and restaurants a few had talked about them in hushed whispers.
I was even killed a couple of times by their agents as well as the other way around.
Their operations are a hidden network that keeps the black market thriving.
I tucked the documents into my kimono.
This was some valuable intel for the next loop.
I went upstairs.
The air grew thick with a strange and silent tension.
I forced the silence to be broken by smashing my foot against a door that was clearly labeled with who it belonged to.
"Branch Boss" was etched onto a brass plaque that went flying.
I kicked it open as the wood splintered and cracked under the force of my boot.
"Hello!" I announced, my voice dripping with sarcasm and irreverent cheer. "Here's the big little bitch! That means you! I think your obtuse nature matches your face's shape perfectly. Let's make it a bit sharper, shall we?!"
The Branch Boss, who resembled a mountain made of muscle with a thick neck and a jaw that was a bit too chiseled, in the sense that a sculptor made a massive mistake, kept trying to fix it, and then gave up.
He stared at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. This was clearly an expression that questioned life itself.
A massive, double-edged sword leaned against the wall beside him, its size a testament to the man's strength. He stood slowly as his gaze fixed on me.
"My face... obtuse? Big... little bitch?" he rumbled as his face melted into an incredulous stare. His voice was deep but gave the feeling of a dumb brute.
The baritone that vibrated through the room with absolute bafflement was confused and the face that it came from was remarkably ugly.
His stunned state lasted long enough for me to continue my verbal assault.
"Yes," I said, my voice hinting at mock concern. "Were my words unclear? Do you need me to buy you an ear enchant? Would you rather me regale you with the fact that your face resembles an icosahedron that shat itself while on ALL of the drugs? What if I told you that if you combined all the little old ladies in the capital city waaaay over in the other direction they would match you perfectly for best girl over the age of triangle award?! Maybe if we got a really good artist they could paint a portrait of your face using only triangles! I’m sure that would be exciting! Or maybe we could just call you 'grandpa-smashed-pointy-face' from now on! What do you think? Is that enough of a good description? Would you like some more?!" I grabbed a hand mirror that I had in my pocket just for occasions where I needed to insult people's appearances. “Here! I’ll break this just for you and put a piece of shattered pumpkin on it! Then you’ll see the reflection of your long lost father who went out for mil-”
His bafflement lasted a moment longer before he grabbed his blade and moved with unnatural speed.
He roared as I barely saw him move before the massive slab of metal filled my vision. Then-
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The scent of dust and sweat filled my nostrils as the sun beat down on my face.
(Chapter 6 sample end!) What is this about? What's this loop? What's going on around the rounds?! Why's Anna doing that? WHO'S ANNA? Find out by reading the darn thing!