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Death Ascension

[WPC#202 Bronze prize winner] “If I become a Seraph, they can’t possibly send me back to hell, right?” Mikael Lee was dead. Just when he thought he could finally rest in peace after living in misery, he was condemned to an eternity in hell. But he refused to accept his fate! He escaped to Phantas, a world of magic and monsters, and received the Ascension system. Determined to achieve redemption, Mikael vowed to do good deeds. Together with his partner, the two souls who shared one body sought to purge evil… but the incarnations of the seven deadly sins continuously test their principles. Will Mikael fight them as an Angel or will he join them as a Demon? ------- [Preface The Ascension System is a program granted by the universe to beings who attained the hidden qualifications. Players are given the choice to either become a Demon Lord or a Seraphim by collecting bad or good karma, respectively. The creator of the universe has ordained that ‘beings of free will’ be appointed as ‘Players’ for balance. For Chaos and Order. For Yin and Yang. The players shall be given Providence to defy their own fate and forge their own paths.] ------ ** Want to refresh your palate from all the overly edgy teen MCs? tired of all the Jade beauties throwing themselves at MC? or the System-dependent MC? then this story is for you! (Ahem. not saying those tropes are bad tho. Peace!) **Please give it a read until the 2nd volume before deciding whether it's your cup of tea :D * cover not mine, if you know the artist, please tell me so I can give proper credits.

Tiene_Lass · Fantasy
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132 Chs

The West

The next day.

The sun was high up in the sky when Mikael and Deon went out of their bed chamber-- A typical day in the life of a young royal.

The palace was so peaceful that Mikael felt like their ant colony adventure, with all its thrill and stress and glory, seemed like it happened ages ago.

As they made their way to breakfast, Butler Sebastian informed Deon of his day's schedule.

Apparently, the king had sent out an invitation to Sir Finn and Dame Nora early that morning and the prince was expected to accompany them during their audience with the king later that afternoon.

Deon donned his royal garments and leisurely waited for the appointed time in the castle's throne room.

"I see you're already here, son." The king engaged in small talk as soon as he arrived. He strode toward his seat with a regal gait, his purple cloak swishing majestically in his wake.