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Climbing the Ranks Chapters
Chapter 52
He ducked under the jenglot’s swipe, managing to mostly dodge it. Even the small clip on the top of his head was enough to stagger him, putting him a little...
Chapter 52
He ducked under the jenglot’s swipe, managing to mostly dodge it. Even the small clip on the top of his head was enough to stagger him, putting him a little...
Chapter 51
Arthur looked over the group, all lying asleep. His bag was packed, his gear over his shoulder. All but the tent which he had to leave behind. He had slept...
Chapter 51
Arthur looked over the group, all lying asleep. His bag was packed, his gear over his shoulder. All but the tent which he had to leave behind. He had slept...
Chapter 50
“A bit on the nose, isn’t it?” Arthur could not help but comment, cocking his head to the side as he surveyed the building. “Or do they have a sense...
Chapter 50
“A bit on the nose, isn’t it?” Arthur could not help but comment, cocking his head to the side as he surveyed the building. “Or do they have a sense...
Chapter 49
Four days of travel. Crossing streams, treading moss-covered rocks, climbing hills. Arthur took his turn at the front and at the back of the group. He fought, killed, and dealt...
Chapter 49
Four days of travel. Crossing streams, treading moss-covered rocks, climbing hills. Arthur took his turn at the front and at the back of the group. He fought, killed, and dealt...
Chapter 48
“I hate this,” Arthur cursed, swinging the parang he had been loaned. He was using the damn tool for its intended purpose: chopping his way through the undergrowth. The deeper...
Chapter 48
“I hate this,” Arthur cursed, swinging the parang he had been loaned. He was using the damn tool for its intended purpose: chopping his way through the undergrowth. The deeper...
Chapter 47
“Wake up,” Sharmila said, her foot prodding at his knee. He opened his eyes, clear and without the fog of ascending from cultivation. She glared at him for a second...
Chapter 47
“Wake up,” Sharmila said, her foot prodding at his knee. He opened his eyes, clear and without the fog of ascending from cultivation. She glared at him for a second...