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Perfect Avatar

Supernatural phenomena called Rift have caused the appearance of monsters and other disasters, gradually pushing the world toward its destruction. To face it, some humans having awakened various magical powers are fighting against this apocalypse. Dora, one of them, has a special "Avatar" class which gives him access to every class, despite great difficulty leveling them up. But despite his enormous potential, he chose to appear incompetent to get kicked from his team, so that he could live a lazy life with his family but his talents is discovered by the strongest woman in the Kingdom and she decides to enroll him in the royal academy. Reluctant at first, his mother gives him the motivation he needs to pursue this path, but little did they know what kind of monster they had thrown into the world. Dora is not a hero wishing for peace, but a monster getting addicted to the taste of power, wealth, and freedom. Dora pursues an unknown goal until he meets someone who knows more about his true nature than himself and sets him on a path that will nourish his eternal thirst, to the cost of his humanity, but in a world collapsing, isn't a monster the greatest weapon? [I am open to discussion Facebook: Yalatola Alter Discord: Yalatola#7758 Check technical sheets]

Yalatola · Fantaisie
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Overture

"Everyone, stand down! Now!" An emissary with a heavy cannon on his shoulders called out to his companions. 

Within a ravine left in ruins, an epic battle raged on between an army of centaurs, lizardmen, and orcs, while the battalion of emissaries faced a relentless decrease in their ranks.

"Retreat to the South, we can't hold them back until reinforcements arrive!"

"Healers, focus on the tank! DPS, protect the healers and fight!"

Striving to the best of their abilities, they meticulously followed the prescribed instructions, using the tanks to create a formidable barrier against the encroaching horde of monsters. The DPS led the charge from behind, expertly dispatching any adversaries that emerged from the skies.

The emotions etched on their faces were a vivid reflection of their immense frustration, fear, and despair, further heightened by the sight of their comrades, both living and deceased, held tightly in their arms.