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Rise Of The Hoarder

On Christmas day, seemingly overnight, God summoned everyone on Earth, giving every single person a 'Gift' along with a System. These Gifts, synonimous with special abilities granted people powers beyond comprehension. However, with these abilities came tragedy that enveloped the world. The Apocalypse! Jeremy Lewis, a reclusive loner, is mysteriously exempt from this phenomenon and finds himself being the only one without a Gift. God decides to grant him the last Gift available, [Subspace], and forcefully returns him to a world that has become hell. Horrifying monsters now lurk around every corner, and inevitable death awaits. Arming himself with his wits and the Gift he possesses, how will Jeremy survive this cruel new world that he finds himself in? "Everything will go according to plan, and ultimately the path I have started will lead to my victory... these tools will be useful in achieving that!" PLEASE JOIN OUR DISCORD!!!  https://discord.gg/nTP43UEphg ALSO, WE NOW HAVE A SUBREDDIT COMMUNITY. Please join to interact more with other readers and the author! https://www.reddit.com/r/Magecrafspellcraft?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share This is to provide better services to you readers, and for a more direct conversation between me as an author, and you as readers. Plus, there are Original Character Designs of the novel characters in the communities. So, please... Hop on the Discord and Subreddit train! Follow me on Instagram: the_magecrafter You're all welcome!

Magecrafter · Fantasy
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464 Chs

Crumbling Tower Cleared

Paul, meanwhile, squared his shoulders and focused on Aetheron. The demon swung its staff, and the serpents hissed, unleashing bolts of dark energy towards him.

Paul activated his "Perfect Warrior" skill, his form blurring as he dodged the attacks with precision.

He closed the distance between them, his hammer glowing with the combined force of his mana and miasma.

~BAMMMMMMMM!!!~

The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the chamber.

Paul's hammer met Aetheron's staff, the impact creating a blinding flash of light. He pushed forward, drawing on "Invincible Will" to bolster his strength.

Aetheron smirked behind his helmet, the red glow of his eyes intensifying. "You're strong, mortal, but strength alone won't save you."

Meanwhile, Lillith was weaving through the maze of shifting panels, the steed hot on her heels.

She was determined not to allow the steed close enough to kick her so she increased her speed.