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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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Tier-2 Evolution Part 2 ~Brance~

Leaning back in his chair while rubbing his belly in contentment, Cynrik belched loudly. The group had wasted a whole hour gorging themselves in preparation for the Evolution process. Still, it was a necessary loss of time as, without these essential nutrients, they ran the risk of turning into skeletons by the end of their changes.

"You're up first, little brother; go change into some basketball shorts and a tank top you don't mind destroying; we all know how much ick comes out of our bodies when we Evolve," Cynrik stated between burbs, his eyes closed in the shape of crescents as he wallowed in his fatness happily like a dog.

Standing up with a grunt, Brance quickly dashed off to his bedroom and returned around five minutes later, dressed in silver basketball shorts and a white loose-fitting muscle shirt.