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Dimensional Descent

The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending. First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing. Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence. Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended. Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus... Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die. This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I mean :) -------- For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord https://www.instagram.com/awespec_/ https://dimensional-descent.fandom.com/wiki/Aina_Brazinger

Awespec · Fantasy
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Glorious Zoltene

Not long later, Leonel left with his brothers, leaving a few words for the Etching Metal organization. He saw no reason not to trust Raylion and the others. While he placed his Emperor's Mark on Jemsy and the other three heads, there was no way he would do the same to the four founding heads. 

"It seems we didn't waste our time," Aphestus said after a long while. He had a wild grin on his face. 

He remembered the first time he met Leonel he could have beaten him any time he wanted. But just months later, he was already incapable of lasting a few blows, and now, decades later, to say that Leonel could defeat him with a single strike wasn't giving Leonel enough credit. 

Raylion didn't say anything to this, but he felt Sael's small hand slip into his own. 

While Raylion didn't show any sort of emotion, Sael understood him the best. There was no one here who wanted this result more than Raylion himself.