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Perfect Avatar

Supernatural phenomena called Rift have caused the appearance of monsters and other disasters, gradually pushing the world toward its destruction. To face it, some humans having awakened various magical powers are fighting against this apocalypse. Dora, one of them, has a special "Avatar" class which gives him access to every class, despite great difficulty leveling them up. But despite his enormous potential, he chose to appear incompetent to get kicked from his team, so that he could live a lazy life with his family but his talents is discovered by the strongest woman in the Kingdom and she decides to enroll him in the royal academy. Reluctant at first, his mother gives him the motivation he needs to pursue this path, but little did they know what kind of monster they had thrown into the world. Dora is not a hero wishing for peace, but a monster getting addicted to the taste of power, wealth, and freedom. Dora pursues an unknown goal until he meets someone who knows more about his true nature than himself and sets him on a path that will nourish his eternal thirst, to the cost of his humanity, but in a world collapsing, isn't a monster the greatest weapon? [I am open to discussion Facebook: Yalatola Alter Discord: Yalatola#7758 Check technical sheets]

Yalatola · Fantasía
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The True Name

The purple wave of destruction mixed with a golden eruption, suffocating it, devouring it until taking all its existence and reaching Rhea.

The sky shone with the tone of sunset for seconds, then returned to its former state.

The concert of explosion ceased, plunging the world in a tense silence, at least, less loud than the drums of apocalypse.

Rhea landed on the surface of the planet, one knee on the ground, immobile, and further away, Dora landed in turn, with a few parts of his body covered with thin ice.

His arm and face were still broken, but he stood up with relief on his face.

His eyes on Rhea, he observed all her move, waiting for a single reaction, but staying immobile was already a confession, and he celebrated it with a smile.

"At last... candies for my eyes."