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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 · Fantasía
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F*** The Rules (5) **

**Obligatory R18 Warning, TIme for part two of doin' the do.**

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As if he had been planning this day for some time, he flicked his wrist, and over forty red candles appeared in staggered positions around the room. 

With another snap, every candle ignited with BlackFire, giving the room a romantic yet eerie feeling, one that was much appreciated by Selene, who looked around the small stone cottage in wonder. 

Eventually tearing her eyes away from the multiple candles, Selene looked over at Cynrik, lying beside her with a lavender glow on his arms from his [Húðflúr].

Reaching over, she traced her fingers along the intricate knotwork inscriptions with misty eyes. Never in a million years would she have thought that Cynrik could make such a gesture, and she had already resigned herself to losing her first time in a rough yet passionate flurry.