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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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677 Chs

The Skill Created through Hard Work, Lots of Theorizing, and Insanity

Without looking back at his disheartened girlfriend, Cynrik slipped into the familiar negative world known as the Shadow Realm and soon touched down on the branch of one of the shadowy trees that dotted the realm as far as the eye could see. 

Quickly finding a decent position on the branch he was standing on, Cynrik collapsed on his butt and leaned his back against the structure.

"Balance my ass; this is no better than stacking the deck in favor of Native Vinestrians," Cynrik complained to no one in particular. 

"Seriously, just when I think I am getting ahead, everyone else gets advantages I cannot foresee. DAMN IT!" Erupting in muddy four-colored Light that seemed severely out of place in the Shadow Realm, Cynrik slung his left arm forward and created a whip of pure condensed Mana, which cracked loudly upon impact with the branch he was propped up on. 

"Every FUCKING TIME!"

CRACK, CRACK, BOOOM!