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My Guardian System: The Trader

In the current era, the world is on the brink of destruction. Humans are in a constant war against the alien race known as Invaders, and at the same time defending themselves from the relentless attack of the mutated beasts. To survive, the human civilization hides inside the cover of a wide-ranged shell made of Ex-Energy. It is the light particles from the humans who were born with their bodies surrounded by magical light. These humans were known as Ex-Humans. They are humanity's last hope... Depending on the density and brightness of light, the growth potential of these so-called Ex-Humans. However, one boy was born with just a fraction of it. Join and witness Jem Hansen, our protagonist, as he struggles to become the best man that his adopted grandfather wanted him to be. He was deemed as the weakest Ex-Human in the academy and betrayed by his party in their exploration inside a Desolate Region, where the danger lies everywhere. They left him while they escaped. He has to survive on his own! He, who had been the weakest among them all had to escape and hide to survive. Jem, who was chased by countless mutated beasts found himself trapped inside a monster-filled dungeon. In the last second of his life, an immense blinding light befalls him. Together with it, is the sudden voice in his head. [I am the soul collector and death instigator. Your guardian system, the bringer of death... and the trader.] A chill run down his spine upon hearing the voice in his head. #Cover not mine kudos to the owner#

Fhrutz_D_Hollow · Fantaisie
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Prelude of monster invasion

'Looking at the condition of the letter, it seems it has been there for months now. Perhaps grandfather left here right after I went to the Academy.'

'I hope grandfather is safe wherever he is right now.'

Jem heaved a sigh before deciding to keep the letter. It was his grandfather's memento. After that, he stood up and went to his room, bringing with him the energy lamp.

'Hm, it's fixed?'

The broken door of his room returned to normal.

'Thank you, grandpa.'

He whispered in his mind as he touched the door.

When morning came, rather than letting the grains go to waste, Jem decided to visit Mr. Barn and asked his help in harvesting the grains.

Of course, it wasn't a nonprofitable help. He would be giving him a commission.

"I see. Sure, let me help you with that. By the way, Jem. Have you found that Oldman?"

Jem shook his head. "No. But he left a letter saying he went to visit an old acquaintance."