Perfect Avatar
Supernatural phenomena called Rift have caused the appearance of monsters and other disasters, gradually pushing the world toward its destruction. To face it, some humans having awakened various magical powers are fighting against this apocalypse. Dora, one of them, has a special "Avatar" class which gives him access to every class, despite great difficulty leveling them up. But despite his enormous potential, he chose to appear incompetent to get kicked from his team, so that he could live a lazy life with his family but his talents is discovered by the strongest woman in the Kingdom and she decides to enroll him in the royal academy. Reluctant at first, his mother gives him the motivation he needs to pursue this path, but little did they know what kind of monster they had thrown into the world. Dora is not a hero wishing for peace, but a monster getting addicted to the taste of power, wealth, and freedom. Dora pursues an unknown goal until he meets someone who knows more about his true nature than himself and sets him on a path that will nourish his eternal thirst, to the cost of his humanity, but in a world collapsing, isn't a monster the greatest weapon? [I am open to discussion Facebook: Yalatola Alter Discord: Yalatola#7758 Check technical sheets]
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The gladiators backed away worriedly. Mercy stood gracefully in the middle of the battlefield, her large black and red scythe in hand.
With her crimson eyes raised to the sky, she mesmerized spectators with her powerful aura. Her hair had been cut short, back to its length from 2 years prior.
Her radiant body was now unblemished, marked by flame tattoos that flowed down to her hands glowing like fire.
She looked down, a contented smile on her lips, and exhaled slightly. Her heart was beating faster than ever, but it wasn't a feeling she hated.
Almost blushing, she felt a rush of pleasure and excitement then observed the enormous scythe whose blade did not touch the ground. She caressed the metal with a melancholy look.
"... Sorry Peet, looks like I couldn't make a spear...but that's okay too, right? Because I'm me."
She raised the weapon effortlessly and twirled gracefully like a dance. It was as if she had made one with the scythe.