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Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System

Within the virtual world of “Avalon Online”, Finn, or otherwise known as “Echo” within the game, was one of its greatest players. After logging off from a long session, however, he notices something awry outside of his apartment. The streets were flooded with chaos, screams echo through the night, and hell is loot loose. Monsters from Avalon Online are running through the streets, wrecking havoc. In the midst of this hellish awakening, Finn is greeted with the one gift bestowed to humanity in this dark hour: [...Assessing life experience…] [Assessment Complete] [Name: Finn Thorne] [Age: 20] [Designated Class: Assassin] [Starting Level: 5] [A [Legacy System] has been bestowed to you for your accomplishments within Avalon.] [Assimilation System Awakened.] In this twisted turn, as the world as it was once known is gone with the arrival of magic and monsters, the remnants of humanity must level up if they wish to survive. Finn is left in this dark, hopeless apocalypse, using his own experience from Avalon Online to best survive what seems to be an impossible task. -- Daily updates at 9 AM PST Support for bonus chapters

DelzGB · Fantasie
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The Truth

"Jabberwock Shift…? I did it–it's done," Finn slowly breathed out. 

A sound like that of stone cracking turned his attention upward at the headless body of the Jabberwock. Feeling that it might've been toppling over on top of him, he stumbled back, though found that wasn't the case. 

Its body came over with cracks, shattering as it broke apart and crumbled into bits and pieces of lifeless rock and dust. The remnants of the calamity that had brought the end to Wonderland rained down gently like an ashen shower. 

All of the flames that had been burning on the field were brought down, though it didn't seem to be the ashes of the Jabberwock that snuffed out the fire. 

He stood there as he could make something out standing just a few meters ahead on the ash-coated field. It was difficult to see it, not so much as transparent, but more so gentle fluctuations in the wind that roughly looked like the shape of a woman.