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Redo: Grimoire System in the Apocalypse

"Am I being eaten by a SLIME?!?!" A normal man woke up to find himself surrounded by the unconscious figures of his family and neighbors. The land around him was large and open, not a single structure in sight. "What's... going on?" **** Taylor, an emotionally detached family man, woke up in a strange place. Dungeons dotted the land and Monsters ran rampant. After conquering his first Dungeon, he decides that the best way to protect his children is to build a strong community. He begins his conquest as a Support build, focusing on Defense and healing to better protect his loved ones. Is that good enough to keep them alive? Can he build a community strong enough to survive the incoming disasters? Can he unlock the secrets of the mysterious Mana? Join our hero as he uses his powerful defenses to protect those he cares about! **** *Not for children, this novel will have both lewd and gruesome moments as it progresses further into the story. Cover artwork by BlackLapiz, she did an amazing job at bringing the MC to life. Tags: System, Fantasy, Romance, Fighting, Sex, Love, Husband and Wife, Multiple Lovers, Harem, Apocalypse, Magic, Mana, Kingdom Building, Survival

Ullyr · Fantasy
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317 Chs

(302) Unyielding Army

Geth considered visiting the southwestern quadrant of the city, but it was still barren, so he didn't bother. However, that wouldn't be the case for long if enough of the former slaves accepted his offer.

He trekked across the city until he reached the northwestern quadrant. Sounds of metal slamming against metal echoed from somewhere in the distance.

Making his way through the new buildings that he didn't recognize, Geth made his way to the open-air smithy. Bruce was busy hammering away on an elongated piece of metal.

Geth had no plans to disturb the man, but he was happy to see that a couple of the town teenagers were working around the shop. It seemed that most had taken him seriously when he said he wouldn't tolerate mooching.

Bruce was doing well, and it seemed that all of the workshops were thriving. 

Satisfied, he stopped putting off his main project for the day and headed toward the mess hall. It didn't take long to reach his destination.