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The Over-Break System

After Suddenly Dying due to a Nuclear Strike in World World Three, our Main Characters, two brothers, find themselves standing before the two Deities whose Religious Artifacts they wore upon death. The Two Deities give them a choice, enter the Cycle of reincarnation as usual, without their memories, or Reincarnate into a world of their choosing while keeping their Memories. However, Option 2 carries a high cost; if they die…that’s the end of the line; they are wiped from existence. This is a gripping tale of Battles, Bloodshed, and Mental trauma from their past lives told in a different style than typically seen in a Webnovel or Light Novel. A tale where two brothers are set up against impossible odds in a world where they truly only have each other to rely on. But… are their lives truly their own or have they become playthings and chess pieces in a grander, Divine plan. ((THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A VERY SPECIFIC WESTERN FORMAT, WHERE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED IN CERTAIN WAYS MORE THAN OTHERS! AT ITS CORE, THIS STORY DOES HAVE 2 MAIN CHARACTERS, EVEN IF EARLY ON, IT DOES NOT SEEM THAT WAY!)) Commissioned Cover Art Made By https://www.instagram.com/xx_crimsonx_xx/ Check out the discord DISCORD, https://discord.gg/j4VNbvNC6u--

ScotchTy · Fantasie
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F*** The Rules (1)

**Some Time Ago**

 

Generating thin bursts of BlackFire from the soles of his feet, Cynrik looked at the bombshell woman who was head over heels for him and resting her head against his chest like a good little wife.

"Woman, you better prepare yourself because once we get far enough away from the Mansion and to someplace comfortable, I plan on railing you till you can't walk for a week." Bringing his face close to hers and brushing his nose against Selene's, Cynrik's eyes trailed down to the deep, plunging neckline of the sexy dress his woman had been wearing for some time now. 

"I was wondering why you said fuck the rules, oh, darling, I have waited for far too long, take me, ravish me, mark me with your warm seed until no other man can stand being around me without jealousy feeding their ego." 

"Good answer, Ma Petite," Cynrik said as he leaned forward and kissed his woman tenderly, to which she reciprocated with haste.