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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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Hollow (1)

"What did you do?" Lyra asked, finished puking. Kiara next to her was the same, bewildered at what transpired in their hindsight. A moment ago they were struggling in the sea, and now safe on the sand. 

"I guess you folks aren't too familiar with this," Elior said, shrugging. He dropped the spatial bag behind him and looked around the wet beach. "Finally here. Looks like people haven't gone all out yet." 

"Where is this?" Lyra asked, shoving away the uneasiness. 

"The Island." It was Kiara who answered, standing up and returning to her regal expression. Then she glowered at Elior. "It seemed your friend threw us into a teleportation hole with no warning."

"Not quite right," Elior said. "But similar. I guess no thanks coming from your end?"

"I would've thanked," Lyra said, grunting, "if you only took us with a warning."