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Becoming Legend

"I was supposed to be sent to earth. But I ended up in a completely different world. A world where magic exists. And here I thought I`m a Hollow—born without magic. That was until my system activated and guided me to embrace my past, deal with my present, and prepare for my future." "With the memory of my past, information from the earth, and a bizarre world I`m in, my implanted A.I. will do everything to ensure my survival and venture the unknown. But first, I must deal with my past to move on, leave the island, and explore the world and become a Legend!" "But how can I, if my Master is all weak and alone?" "May the Maker have mercy upon my enemy, Because I won`t" - Ned, Becoming Legend.

Neorealist · Fantasy

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Teklavit: New Hope

The man covered in white cloth was having a thick accent. Coincidentally the same accent as Teklavit have. Words wear spoken clear, strong, and precise. He then left.

Teklavit followed. For one last time, he threw a solemn looked at the scarred man and the Northern guy. "So long," he muttered. "Isashil guide you."

The passage was white. No doors, just long and winding passage. The crystalline bulb shone white as well. Aside from one or two, the rest of the bulb didn't flicker. The smell was alcohol, sweet and demanding, and refreshing.

Teklavit followed the man in all white. Hand crossed his chest, preventing his steps to reconnect the pain. He glared up and down. The ceiling, the wall, the floor—even the floor was white. He squinted his eyes, now that it was clear. Teklavit felt his vision blurred to his left. He touched his eye, it was swollen. He hissed together with the pain. He smiled.

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