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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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190 Chs

Long Thing

"Haaah, ahaha."

"Water! I need water!"

Both of the sparring partners were beaten by the exhaustion. The fatigue forced their lungs and throat to scour for its respective fuel. Both moisture and air were in high demand. Unfortunately, their bodies were barely capable of doing any basic motoric action. Thus, it pushed their already dry throat to call out their savior like a yelping sheep on the verge of getting captured by a wolf.

"You're thinking of something weird, aren't?" said Horus.

"You dare to question the workflow of my brain?

"I dare not a single inch of my life, Master Faust."

"You're being a little too harsh to that kid." Crack put on a slight frown with an emoticon of a pair of droopy eyebrows on her visor's screen. "I thought you started to become gentler after I saw you brought all of these younglings, did I see it in a wrong angle."

"She is a former Jingoist."