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Heaven's App

Auteur: Pyurnt
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What is Heaven's App

Lisez le roman Heaven's App écrit par l'auteur Pyurnt publié sur WebNovel. Liam Keene, who had lost interest in living since long ago after losing everything in his life, got himself involved with a mysterious app and suddenly had himself waking up in a world where things su...

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Liam Keene, who had lost interest in living since long ago after losing everything in his life, got himself involved with a mysterious app and suddenly had himself waking up in a world where things such as dungeons and monsters exist and having a system is normal. Was this a chance? If it was... "What the hell do I do now?" His once boring and pointless life was turned chaotic and filled with dangers as he, who longed for a reason to live, strayed deeper and further into the darkness of the world and the tragedy that followed it... along with the mysterious app and his conflicting past. —The user successfully completed the [Quest]! —The rewards shall be given immediately! Swayed by the unrelenting call of the app. A reason to live... In this cryptic world of pestilence and omen, nonetheless. "If this world keeps messing with me..." Did he finally find it? "I'll just turn everything upside down." - A reboot. Cover Art: Polygonatic (─.─||)

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Trade Offer: I receive a reader, which is you, along with your collection, your feedbacks, your reviews, and ehem, your power stones. You receive an urban fantasy novel having a reincarnation troupe to a dungeons and monsters-filled world, along with more crazy, unique, spoiler-containing things, in where the MC is accompanied by a mysterious app, as you may have guessed, the golden finger, while also receiving a system, but surprise surprise (and ah, also, mild spoiler,) everyone in the world have it. That's like two for two, am I right? I don't know what I just said. Anyway, the MC, well, I'm getting to know him. He had a rough past, rough enough to want to die yet trying to live for a reason thus finding a reason to live. Complicating, really. Though sometimes his past could be useful for his actions, sometimes it gets very sad, tragic even. But, like you, I'm hoping for a development. A good one. So how about it? Good deal?

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