
The humorous LitRPG adventure continues! The One-Armed Warlock A cosmetic wizard hat. Some heart-patterned boxers. A pair of trademarked shoes. Those were the only items I could equip after being granted a second chance at life - all the stuff I met the minimal requirements for, but whatever. I wouldn’t fret. This was my shot to redeem myself and to continue serving the one true Voidlord. Like any warlock, I suppose, I had great ambitions. But first...there was the little issue of finding a way back to Earth from Bognaroth’s Lair. This is the second leg of my adventure (certainly not the second arm) and how I became known to everyone, even your mom, as the one-armed warlock.
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