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The Proselyte's POV

Welcome to the City! A single clustered civilization that makes up 30% of Mother Earth. Anything beyond that is too incomprehensible to be cared about~ Our massive City is divided into 100 Districts, each with their own unique technological advancements and cultures. No two Districts are alike! One could be a land of utter zero privacy with skyscrapers and layered highways, and the next could be a land of strength with oriental warriors and mutants! So don't forget to equip yourself with equipment and enhancement from Workshops! They have everything from nano-tattoos, circuitry magitech scrolls, bionic weapons, augmentation procedures, martial-art cards, body bending potions, or even a reality defying technology known as the Tesseract of the World! Hmm? You want to know my name? Quite a cautious question, if you ask me. It's Faust Hecates, my esteemed guest~! Hmm. Don't you think that it's too early to trust me? _____________________ After years of standing beneath the jaded shade of the background, the man with unlimited knowledge, Faust Hecates, decided to join in the grand scheme of the universe once again—to show that neither the dusk nor the dawn should dare to mess with the Man who dealt with the Devil! _____________________ Noteworthy Tags: | Sci-fi Meets Fantasy — Veteran Protagonist — Post-Post Apocalypse — Syndicate Building/Organization Building — Semi-Dystopian — Monster Hunting — Weapon Crafting — Tech Crafting | Disclaimer: The cover illustration is not owned by me. It is ready to be taken down at any moment if requested.

TempoLane · Fantasy
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Han-gil was the living example that guts feeling could be decoded, and all of those calculation material to amplify the prophecy was acquired by reading and feasting upon information and information until he puked words out of his mouth.

Well, as much as I want to worry those two with their struggles, Roger and I had a guest of our own that was probably as equal to Nehemoth in term of risk and level of massacre.

"Faust of the Fool." Dorodoro donned a delighted smirk before slouching her head to the side. "Before we fought again, I have some questions for you."

"As much as I want to shut my ears from the words of someone who is deliberately trying to kill me, I think having some break is quite feasible."

"Huh, isn't she's trying to kill us?" Roger anxiously raised one of her eyebrows.