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]
Who... Are You?
The casting was over, the door was closed for the most important reunion. Everyone was either sitting or standing against a wall, with Iris, Freya, Zuri, and Mercy taking each place near Dora, for their own will and to protect him from Hope further away.
Agiel, sitting on a chair in front of the bed, crossed his legs.
"So, let's summarize what we know. You said on the train that you were not the one called Anesidora Carper, and I assume you don't mean that you are what he called a Persona. "
Dora nodded hesitantly, he glanced at the girls near him and their confused expressions forced him to lower his head.
"Alright, then why don't you tell us who you are? »
"... I don't know." said Dora, lowering his gaze.
"This is bullshit!!!" Hope stood up angrily, but once again the emissaries blocked his path.
Frustrated, he sat down again. Dora looked at him, then at his own hand.