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Speed Is King

WPC 242 Gold Winner. SSS Beast Apostle System and Survival Racing in Apocalypse. When the aliens invaded earth, they didn’t come for its resources as many doomsayers had proclaimed throughout the years. Instead, they came for fun. They came, flattened earth’s biggest cities and turned the world into a planet-sized stadium for their civilization. The sport? Survival Racing. Ferocious alien beasts were unleashed upon the ruins of the world along with thousands of alien death-row fugitives who were only told one thing: Kill the humans, survive the year and regain your freedom. Elliot was a survivor. He died right before he entered the final 15 days of the Games. But as his consciousness began to slip away, a metallic voice rang out within his soul. Mission failed. Activating sponsor’s Boon: Reverse Time Walk. Activating sponsor's Boon: Beast System. "Welcome to the Beast System. My name is Hawk, your AI." ----------------------------------------------------------- EXCERPT from Chapter 1: Elliot screamed in absolute exhilaration as he smashed his foot on the brakes, just enough to fully utilize the power of his ceramic brakes but not so much that his tires locked up. He went from two hundred miles an hour to forty miles an hour in a heartbeat. He entered the sharp corner from the outside at the maximum entry speed and skillfully brought his car to the threshold of his tire’s grip. SCREEE!! He took the corner at record speed like a professional racer and then floored the pedal to the metal once more! ---------------------------------------------------------- Action packed start. Please give it 15 chapters for the plot to thicken :) This is my 3rd novel, I hope you'll enjoy it! Join my discord channel for a richer reading experience with pictures! :) https://discord.gg/ZqdTKhtn6z

mrant12 · Fantasy
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442 Chs

Baltamiros

Baltamiros couldn't take his eyes off that little flame which was growing bigger and smaller in short bursts, as though it was a supremely fickle minded person being pulled by two very convincing arguments about the viability and impossibility of the God of Ages being a real God.

"Come on. Get bigger! Get stronger! I have a ton of blessings to distribute!" Baltamiros urged the little flame in his heart.

He couldn't say those words aloud because for as long as he could remember, not a single God was able to distribute blessings freely.

It was always, always a skewed transaction where the believer gave the god his or her faith and life force, and the god gave a portion of that gift back in the form of "blessings".

It was the gods helping them realize their short term goals in exchange for their long term well being.

And through that transaction, the gods would be able to maintain their power.

Yes.

Maintain.