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Gates of the Apocalypse

On Vacation till January 1st 2025. Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Gates of the Apocalypse follows George David Carter, an overweight nerd who has always dreamed of escaping reality through video games, is now faced with the apocalypse. Portals open up all over the world and unleash monsters and beings from straight out of a dark fantasy book. This high-octane, pulse pounding book series is filled with incredible action sequences that will leave you on the edge of your seat. It also has a kick ass harem of human and non-human hotties that can rock it in the sheets and destroy on the streets! This book series includes: ~No NTR! ~There is some Yuri. ~Huge harem of human and non-human women. ~Massive base building from a mansion to an entire kingdom. ~Huge battles on a scale rivaling the greatest fantasy novels ever written. ~Terryifying monsters and tense situations that add a heavy amount of horror. ~Tongue in cheek humor, toilet humor, and a healthy amount of Dad jokes. I update twice a day. Once at noon and once at 7pm. Rewards: 1 Luxury Car = 1 Bonus chapter 1 Dragon = 2 Bonus chapters 1 Magic Castle = Mass Release of 10 chapters 1 Spacecraft = Mass Release of 20 chapters 1 Golden Gachapon = 10 chapters per day for 1 week ***Discord is open!*** https://discord.gg/cR2KY2R4sF

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Chapter 7: The Meeting of the Minds

The sun was beginning its descent behind the hills by the time the council members of New Haven gathered in the war room. George stood at the head of the large wooden table, his eyes scanning the faces of the people who had become the backbone of the community. The council wasn't a formal entity, but they had naturally fallen into their roles, people respected them, and their decisions carried weight.

Around the table sat Raven, Lucy, John, Jackie, Marcy, and Frank. Dr. Erica Penworth was there as well, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and across from her sat Thomas, who had just returned from helping reinforce the lower perimeter of Pleasant Valley. As the doors creaked open, Jonas, the former mayor of Johnsbury, entered, his presence thickening the air with tension. He offered George a thin-lipped smile and took his seat at the far end of the table.