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Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize

Daniel was a Game Designer who live an ordinary life. He was killed on a day when it should be the happiest day of his life as he was so close to publishing his card game. Lured to his death by his girlfriend. He become a sacrifice of some kind of ritual and died. He then got resurrected for an unknown reason along with getting the power to actualize all of the cards in his card game to the real world. Whether it was the spell, Artifact, or even a powerful creature! All can be actualized! Are you a mage and a genius Artificer? I have a Forbidden Tome of Artificing of the lost civilization. Are you interested? If so, become my pupil then! Are you a Vampire lord and the head of the most powerful vampire clan in the modern world? Now, where I kept that Legendary Vlad Dracula-The First Ancestor of The Vampire card? The holy warrior from the Vatican knocking on my door? How about meeting my bodyguard? Michaela-Defender of The Faith. (Female version of Michael) Did someone just summon an all-powerful Demon and sent it to kill me? They even sacrifice thousands of mage souls and many priceless treasures to do that. Let's test my common spell card. The almighty [Unsummon] spell! Good luck in summoning that thing again! With this power, Daniel will take his revenge on whoever did this to him and create his own empire. His magic civilization!

RavenClaw471 · Urban
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New Atlantis Vs. Seraphine Isles-Final

None of the armed infantry were spared… but there were a few lucky ones, like the commanding officer who had abandoned his weapons.

He was unarmed, running down the pothole-ridden road, desperately searching for safety. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass and the buzzing of the blade drone swarm filled the air. The dark swarm flew through buildings, crashing through windows as they zeroed in on the soldiers running below, out on the street.

"Arrrrhhh! Here they come!" "Run! Save yourselves!" The cries of the soldiers echoed throughout the block as they tried to escape—fighting, running, or hiding. But none were spared from the fate of being turned into minced meat.

As the swarm swept through the street, slaughtering every infantryman in its path, the commanding officer was moments away from meeting the same end. But then…