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Infinite Mana In The Oasis

Meet Eren Idril, just your average Joe trying to navigate a world that's gone full sci-fi bonkers. We're talking flying cars, holographic pets, the whole shebang. But here's the kicker: amidst all the flashy gadgets and mind-bending tech, there's something even more mind-blowing going on—mana. Now, this ain't your run-of-the-mill magic trick. Nope, mana's the real deal, and only the elite, the cream of the crop, the Rankers, get to play with it. They're basically like the cool kids in high school, but with superpowers and a really fancy title. But here's where things get spicy. While everyone's busy flexing their mana muscles and living it up in this brave new world, there's trouble brewing on the horizon. Like, end-of-humanity kind of trouble. Turns out, Earth ain't the safe haven it used to be, and now folks are scrambling to find a new place to call home. Enter Eren Idril, the ultimate underdog in a world full of heroes and villains. He's not your typical protagonist, more like the guy you'd find chilling in the background, minding his own business. But when he stumbles upon a power that everyone else thinks is busted, well, let's just say things are about to get interesting. - Grayback

Grayback · Fantaisie
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"Why are you smiling?"

Mia asked Eren with a look of suspicion. She had appeared a few steps away from him, keeping a safe distance from a seemingly clueless chance-grabber. Her casual presence indicated that she had secured the area and there were no signs of danger.

Eren smiling to himself was one thing. Mia also saw him clenching his fist as if he was trying to grab something. At least that's what she interpreted his actions as.

Eren, who was lost in thought, was a bit startled when he heard Mia's voice. He looked at her and saw her looking at him funny. He returned her gaze with puzzled expressions before responding.

"Can't I smile about something?"

After hearing Eren, Mia stared with suspicion in her eyes and scrunched her nose. She took a seat in front of him on the wooden log set around the campfire before raising another question.

"Alright, Mr. Smarty Pants. Let me rephrase that. What were you smiling about?"