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BECOMING AN IRREGULAR WITH A ROGUE SYSTEM

I'M STARTING THE REWRITING OF THE STORY (I'm still working on the system's basics, but one thing I can tell y'all for sure. Once the new version is released, the first 195 chapters will be free for y'all to read, as a form of compensating all of you loyal readers who have been hanging on with me through this fiasco - and I'm sorry to those who actually liked it, but it's no lie that BAIWARS flopped - so yeah, next time, first 195 chapters will be free, and you'll see the experience I gathered taking shape into something AWESOME!) *START READING FROM AUX. VOLUME* After a cataclysmic event called The Great Calamity, strange rifts began opening all around the world, giving entrance to places we never saw before, full of monstrous beings. We call them Nests. The world, then, gave birth to people with special abilities. Powers that allowed them to fight the beasts inside the Nests. Those who chose to raid the Nests and fight for mankind were called Wielders, and little by little, society came to get used to the perspective that magic had become an innate part of their lives. Kurt Blake is a regular. An unawakened human being. After an act of treason, he dies, but is granted a system upon death, that makes him regress in time to his sixteens, in order for him to rewrite his own history, and take revenge upon his family. What he doesn't know, is that this system is just a single fragment of something more powerful. Something wicked. Something that wants him dead to feed on his newly found powers. But is it the only secret the system holds from Kurt? Are the Nests simply rifts to another dimensions full of monsters? Or is the MC living just a part from a whole story that he's not aware of (yet)?

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Ch133. Karasu no Uta

[PRESIDENTIAL SECRET BUNKER]

[WASHINGTON DC]

A man in a black suit dialed a contact username on his holowatch's screen, and after a few seconds, the call was completed, and the image of a middle-aged man appeared, looking straight at the device's camera.

"How's everything on your end, Quasar Six?" The middle-aged man asked.

He wore sunglasses like it were a sunny day, but he was inside a blacked out room.

And his mouth didn't move.

"Sir, I'm afraid it'll take only two or three more days until they find us here. We're compromised."

The face of the middle-aged man didn't show any emotion.

In fact, it was as if the face was just a pre-made montage of sorts.

"What a shame... I never thought that I would say something like this someday, but... We need to find those wielders."

The man in the black suit raised his thick eyebrows.