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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]

Yalatola · Fantasy
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No More Escape

The spectators held their breath at the show on the ground.

Iris was paralyzed in shock, watching an otherworldly horror.

On the red ground, the warrior's screams turned into a muffled voice, then into a simple sound.

His body rose, arms outstretched towards the sky, and drops of gold beading on his chest. The heat released by Mercy was so strong that she performed the miracle of melting the man's helmet on his head.

His chest contracted sharply, the mortal crown let out a few golden tears from the crown onto his chest, and finally, he fell to the ground.

Dead? Struggling? It no longer mattered at this point, and the girl watching his agony was not prepared to give him a quicker death.

She stood still for a moment, watching him until he stopped moving completely, then she took a deep breath and walked solemnly towards her scythe.