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My Evil System

Cross is a laborer and helper working in multiple construction sites and stores to pay his bills and food. The pay isn’t much, but he is content with his life. He has a job, a crappy rented apartment, and a girlfriend. But it all shatters when the world changes one day. A strange phenomenon teleports everyone into a world of fantasy, magic, dangerous beasts, and mystifying creatures. Everyone is given abilities, skills, and spells and can level up like in a game. And that’s not all. They are transported in a medieval timeline where technology is nonexistent, and living is harsher than one might expect! When Cross swipes his hand, a screen appears, and the first thing he read. ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M S I D E Q U E S T ‖ * Insult Someone Reward: +100 EXP * Spank a girl’s butt Reward: +1,000 EXP ‖ E N D ‖ ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M M A I N Q U E S T ‖ * Brake up with your girlfriend Rewards: +10,000 EXP Egg (?) ‖ E N D ‖ ---- This story is not like any MMORPG games. Besides the usual Kingdom Wars, quests, and guild wars, there world be 'WORLD CATASTROPHE' events. In short apocalyptic event that the MC and the others must overcome through KINGDOM BUILDING and soon. ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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Hmm . . . the Pentagram      

". . ."

 

Against all odds, Faz's face didn't change. Hers was still a mask that I couldn't decipher.

 

She then looked over at the ceiling, but the longing in her eyes told me that she wasn't really looking at the vaulted cement.

 

"I am . . . rotting away here . . . ," she uttered, not really looking at anything and not really seeing anyone.

 

Faz's voice resonated with a mix of bitterness, resignation, and a trace of vulnerability. Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her suffering and the realization of the eternal imprisonment she had endured.

 

Her gaze shifted away from the pentagram, her eyes focusing on some distant point beyond the confines of the chamber. It was as if she were lost in a memory or a longing for freedom that seemed unattainable.