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The Over-Break System

After Suddenly Dying due to a Nuclear Strike in World World Three, our Main Characters, two brothers, find themselves standing before the two Deities whose Religious Artifacts they wore upon death. The Two Deities give them a choice, enter the Cycle of reincarnation as usual, without their memories, or Reincarnate into a world of their choosing while keeping their Memories. However, Option 2 carries a high cost; if they die…that’s the end of the line; they are wiped from existence. This is a gripping tale of Battles, Bloodshed, and Mental trauma from their past lives told in a different style than typically seen in a Webnovel or Light Novel. A tale where two brothers are set up against impossible odds in a world where they truly only have each other to rely on. But… are their lives truly their own or have they become playthings and chess pieces in a grander, Divine plan. ((THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A VERY SPECIFIC WESTERN FORMAT, WHERE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED IN CERTAIN WAYS MORE THAN OTHERS! AT ITS CORE, THIS STORY DOES HAVE 2 MAIN CHARACTERS, EVEN IF EARLY ON, IT DOES NOT SEEM THAT WAY!)) Commissioned Cover Art Made By https://www.instagram.com/xx_crimsonx_xx/ Check out the discord DISCORD, https://discord.gg/j4VNbvNC6u--

ScotchTy · Fantasy
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677 Chs

Party Formation

Cynrik's seemed to vibrate as he rapidly flicked through the data on the over 180 different Green Alpha Egresses floating just above his Watcet. Brance, Gabby, and Benny sat on either side of him, nervously and anxiously awaiting the older boys' choice.

As the Pseudo-Leader of their little party, it was on him to find a suitable location for the Practical Exam, and based on how quickly Cynrik was flicking through each Egress; they were pretty confident it wouldn't take long.

Gabby looked away from Cynrik and saw that several kids had already formed small parties and were making their way towards the available Egresses. Her lime green eyes drifted towards her own Watcet, where the timer signifying how much time they had left was slowly ticking down.

Her actions didn't escape Brance, as he gently reached out and placed his palm on her head, ruffling her soft hair and drawing a noise from the little girl in pigtails.