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Extra of Anarchy

In today's dystopian world, regret is the number one leading factor behind the creation of fantasy. For a bundle of regrets such as Mark, fantasy was a place where he could choose. And choice was a liberty he never seemed to have. Abused and controlled. Just a sacrificial pawn in another man's game. He absolutely loathed it. But in the very bitter end of his drone-like life, he was given a choice. "Remember that novel you read a few years back, all while cursing it in every chapter's comments?" "...Yeah?" "Well, that was my world..." "Oh..." Mark was given the choice to transmigrate. To right his wrongs; a second chance to live a fulfilling life. But there was always a catch. Mark would never truly be free of bondage. It was up to him to snap the chains of Authority. And in his wake, there would be Anarchy. ────── If you love extra stories, I think you'll really like this. Because I love extra stories! But with all their issues and faults, I felt I could do much better. Updates will be daily, 1-2 chapters a day. English is in fact my first language! Therefore, grammatical errors are unacceptable! Don't settle for less. I frequently go back to re-edit my chapters to ensure that my story is quality. Unfortunately, that wipes out the paragraph comments and may cause a disconnect if you’re caught up as I end up retconning stuff you’ve already read :P This is just my somewhat meta (and mostly subversive) take on the 'Extra' genre of transmigration stories. I'm having a blast writing it so far, and I hope that leaks into the writing and overall plot decisions for you all to eat up. No Harem. Single FL. The Anarchy part of the title will take a bit to get to since I want progression and development to feel natural and earned. Or it may end up being irrelevant to the story, I’ll have to see when I get deeper in, just keeping it real Despite the loose tone of the story, I'm really picky about what I write, and I really try to ensure that what I'm putting out is quality. If you think I'm being a lazy bastard or if there are any glaring issues with my story, please please please leave a comment.

markoos · Fantasy
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Death to All Skinwalkers

Zac appeared behind Mingo, slicing through the gang leader's arm effortlessly. The severed limb dropped into the mud with a sickening thud,

Though Zac had teleported in an instant, Mingo still managed to react—his remaining fist began to coalesce with solid earth.

The young blue-haired Traveler celebrated too early. He didn't expect Mingo to counter so quickly, nor to be so indifferent when losing an arm.

THUD.

An earthen fist slammed into Zac's stomach, forcing a strange exhale to escape his lips. The wind was entirely knocked out of him—especially with him ragdolling across the muddy ground a dozen meters away.

FWIP FWIP FWIP.

The goons—who didn't react to their leader's absence of an arm—all collectively fired their explosive rounds.

Mark had preemptively activated both Calm Mind and the Blitz technique.

White light engulfed his sword and torso, momentarily blinding him.

WHOOSH.