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Dimensional Descent

The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending. First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing. Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence. Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended. Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus... Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die. This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I mean :) -------- For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord https://www.instagram.com/awespec_/ https://dimensional-descent.fandom.com/wiki/Aina_Brazinger

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Actus

"Hey, Actus, weren't you sent out on a mission?"

"Haha, I managed to pawn it off on some rookie," Leonel laughed uproariously. 

Actus was a burly man with a rotund belly. He was quite friendly with a lot of people here and he was probably the last person one should try to impersonate. And yet, Leonel had still chosen him. 

As expected, everyone seemed to notice his presence pretty much immediately, but this was what he wanted. 

"You dog." The soldier laughed and shook his head. 

"Well, it's not all good, he took my task so now I gotta take his and scout the mines."

"Ooo," the soldier put up his hands and waved them about in mock-fear, "the horror. You must be pissing in your boots."

"Actus" grinned and patted the soldier's shoulder. 

"Maybe if you were as charismatic as me, you'd have an easier time than standing on your feet all day."

"Fuck you, bastard. I have better things to do than flirt with men all day."