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Redo: Grimoire System in the Apocalypse

"Am I being eaten by a SLIME?!?!" A normal man woke up to find himself surrounded by the unconscious figures of his family and neighbors. The land around him was large and open, not a single structure in sight. "What's... going on?" **** Taylor, an emotionally detached family man, woke up in a strange place. Dungeons dotted the land and Monsters ran rampant. After conquering his first Dungeon, he decides that the best way to protect his children is to build a strong community. He begins his conquest as a Support build, focusing on Defense and healing to better protect his loved ones. Is that good enough to keep them alive? Can he build a community strong enough to survive the incoming disasters? Can he unlock the secrets of the mysterious Mana? Join our hero as he uses his powerful defenses to protect those he cares about! **** *Not for children, this novel will have both lewd and gruesome moments as it progresses further into the story. Cover artwork by BlackLapiz, she did an amazing job at bringing the MC to life. Tags: System, Fantasy, Romance, Fighting, Sex, Love, Husband and Wife, Multiple Lovers, Harem, Apocalypse, Magic, Mana, Kingdom Building, Survival

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(94) What Exactly Are You?

Hours later, Geth stretched and left the center formation. The work hadn't been as easy as he thought.

Harris had non-stop handed him vials of liquid Mana. Most, he had to drink to keep his MP full.

The liquid Mana tasted very similar to Gatorade. Each ounce of the liquid could restore about 50 Mana.

"I need to refine these. I wonder what its effects will be if I merge it with a Goblin core?" He'd said to Harris. Even so, he decided to focus on his current priority.

It surprised him the first time he'd grabbed a Level 20 Slime Core. It had cost him 1600 MP to liquify it. A majority of the Cores he had available were Level 20 or higher.

After the first few rounds of potion crafting, he'd decided to use Mass Blessing to increase his recovery and MP by a bit.

"Harris, how many potions did we end up making?" Geth queried.