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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.

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The Clone Made A Call

She was jumping and propelling herself on the tree branches with techniques similar to how monkeys find their way through in the trees.

Zita's clone suddenly stopped and rested her back on the last tree branch she landed on.

She rummaged through the pocket located in her black tight and managed to squeeze out an orb that fits perfectly well on her palm.

Zita's clone stretched out the orb to her view and directed some of her mana into it.

The mana that seeped into the orb made it flash before revealing a facial figure belonging to an old man.

"Guild Leader! Guild Leader!".

The clone repeatedly called out while voicing at the orb she was holding.

[ Zita. I did not expect you to reach out to me through the orb ]

A manly voice spoke out from the orb, expressing his surprise at Zita's usage of the orb.

It was so unlike her to make use of the orb to reach out to the guild leader.