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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

Catastrophy_Y9 · Fantaisie
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Good Day For A Walk

Zita answered the guild master's questions, making sure to convey the urgency for the pass as soonest as possible.

It wasn't something that can easily be whipped up simply because it was requested. Rather, it takes time, though soon as Zita had sternly expressed that.

Some processes and steps need to be taken, assessments and verification processes to validate the use of the pass as an entry procedure, as a one-time use, and also to see to it that duplication cannot be attempted with it.

While awaiting the arrival of the passes, Zita, Getha and Sango lodged into a nearby inn, close to the guild's building and also popular among the adventurers.

They each had a room of their own, Sango staying on the upper floor while Getha and Zita stuck to the lower floor.

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His body lay on the bed with his head facing upward. As the only thing in his view, Sango stared intently at the squared shape slated ceiling painted in cream colour.