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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

Catastrophy_Y9 · Fantasy
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137 Chs

Child's Play

Zita maintained her position atop the roof, and the people remained unchanging in their actions. Running for their sorry lives with echoes of wails released into the air.

It took a while, but her wait was worth it when she saw a bunch of people from afar putting on the attire of the city guards.

They were holding weapons of different kinds, but a majority of them had shields, the kind that is almost reaching to their legs.

The city guards that she relied on to come to her rescue, suddenly stopped running.

They stayed at a far distance away, while the one leading them started speaking, with hand gestures pointing to the sides.

From where she took shelter, Zita watched them with thoughts on what it is they were trying to accomplish by not doing their job.

Her curiosity was soon to be answered when the city guards resumed movements.