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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

The Fallen Lance

"You've been doing something, do you?" Han-gil covered his eyes from the bright light of the sun, as he rarely went to the Hive and had most of his days living within the murky and shady area as the Red Marauder's turf. "You also have a new MIND, something unbefitting for a man with zero self esteem yet an extremely high amount of pride."

"Since when did I look like a man with zero self esteem?"

"From the moment we met again, a couple of years ago." He crunched on his baguette. "There hasn't been a dueling partner that I could ask for a spar. My eyes have been itching to see the murkiest of blood that I poured with compliancy, with dignity and fun chivalry."

Yeah, right. Nobody wanted to be your sparring partner because they were afraid to die, obviously.

"Sure, let's exchange some blows one day. Anywho, I think we can meet with our fellow Mediator faster than we thought."