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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

Awespec · Fantasía
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BREAK!

Leonel roared and pierced forward with a single arm. 

"BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"

He only struck out a single time, but he roared out thrice, layering everything he had left into this single strike. 

Focused and intentional, bearing his very soul itself. He tapped into the foundations of his Weapon Force, their arrogance, their undaunting confidence to pierce through the veil of the very world itself. 

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Gervaise held onto Roesia's body, his frown only growing deeper and deeper. His entire attention was truly focused on her, and his mind was racing as he tried to understand how he could fix this. But no matter what he thought of, it all felt inadequate. 

There was only one conclusion, and it was the conclusion that was obvious to him from the very start. If his wife didn't want to live, then no one, not even he, could make her do so. 

She was in control of her own world, her own soul, her own Idol.