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Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis

To stop the poison from consuming the world, you have to consume the poison itself. First and foremost, do not be deceived by thinking he's barely the vessel of the Eye, and without the Eye, he's just another Guardian.  Even before the Eye chose him, he showed what he was made of, and he was capable enough to uproot cancer. Unfortunately, the world never remembered that tale. Elior lost everything in the last war, comrades, friends, and love. But he was granted a second chance to correct all his errors and embark on his path to stop Chaos again. After regressing 12 years in the past, Elior started his journey from the Institute of Earth's Guardians again. But this time he won't be the Messiah, the hope of the world, as his Godmother wanted. As he knows, the world does not need another Messiah, but a REAPER. ________________ Disclaimer: The Mc is naive in the beginning even though he's regressed, the reason behind all that was that he didn't have full access to his memory. So he acts like a teenager mostly, with high values and morals that he barely might be able to keep. There's an issue with mc not ready to hit a woman, it's poorly done in the beginning chapters, there's bigger reason behind it in later parts. The author doesn't own the cover. _________________________

silent_walker · Fantasie
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And the Trial Goes on (2)

"Go, Lyra, go, you can do it," Elior cheered, and only gods know when he created that flag with Lyra's face on it, to cheer her on. 

"Shut up," Lyra shouted. Her legs lurched up to block the advance of the ghoul, strings entrancing the monster's limbs together to make it fall. 

"Yes, yes, that's it," Elior didn't stop, "tear it to shred, rip it apart like you're playing with a doll. GO, Lyra go." 

Lyra clenched her teeth as cold mana ran through her strings freezing the monster before she stuck with her dagger, killing it again.

"Screw you," she said, panting.

"Anytime," Elior laughed, waving the flag. 

Weirdly, a warm, soothing feeling surged through Lyra immediately, proving the flag wasn't merely for show.

Over a few dozen metres to the right, the flat-chested princess battled on her own. Nobody to cheer for her, but she was relentlessly killing monsters, one after another.