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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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Opening Ceremonies (7)

"Hey, Kid, You're up; get in there, and don't freak out due to the flashing lights, music, and roaring audience sounds. We have a live feed broadcasting from several hundred Arenas around the continent, so it's pretty noisy in there." 

With near-perfect timing, The headset man stepped over and spoke to Cynrik. At first, he wanted to give some time for the two men to finish their argument, but with several people screaming GO in his ear, the headset man couldn't allow them to continue any longer. 

'Walk and talk, Old Man; I've got a show to put on for my millions of adoring fans and admirers.' Smacking his lips and spinning on his heel, Cynrik assumed his position back at the head of the formation.

Behind him, the members of MyrkLys straightened their backs and put on serious facial expressions, causing the headset man, Saylin, and even Geralt, to recoil from the strange and oppressive feeling they were emitting.