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The Proselyte's POV

Welcome to the City! A single clustered civilization that makes up 30% of Mother Earth. Anything beyond that is too incomprehensible to be cared about~ Our massive City is divided into 100 Districts, each with their own unique technological advancements and cultures. No two Districts are alike! One could be a land of utter zero privacy with skyscrapers and layered highways, and the next could be a land of strength with oriental warriors and mutants! So don't forget to equip yourself with equipment and enhancement from Workshops! They have everything from nano-tattoos, circuitry magitech scrolls, bionic weapons, augmentation procedures, martial-art cards, body bending potions, or even a reality defying technology known as the Tesseract of the World! Hmm? You want to know my name? Quite a cautious question, if you ask me. It's Faust Hecates, my esteemed guest~! Hmm. Don't you think that it's too early to trust me? _____________________ After years of standing beneath the jaded shade of the background, the man with unlimited knowledge, Faust Hecates, decided to join in the grand scheme of the universe once again—to show that neither the dusk nor the dawn should dare to mess with the Man who dealt with the Devil! _____________________ Noteworthy Tags: | Sci-fi Meets Fantasy — Veteran Protagonist — Post-Post Apocalypse — Syndicate Building/Organization Building — Semi-Dystopian — Monster Hunting — Weapon Crafting — Tech Crafting | Disclaimer: The cover illustration is not owned by me. It is ready to be taken down at any moment if requested.

TempoLane · Fantaisie
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190 Chs

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"Ah, the map is gone." Licarus looked even more depressed.

"Uncle, I don't think that many wanted their class to be taught by you if you're that strict," said Roger with a nonchalant expression.

"Well, it's not like we have time anyway." Horus looked up as she probed the invisible wall with her hand. "No matter how I sensed it, the height of these walls seems to be endless, which is too surreal."

"With all that said, I hope for the best for the four of us."

As I said that, Licarus recovered my detached hand as he tried to get comfortable with it. He probably felt that he was feeling useless if he would to compare his own worth with a literal warcrime manifestation like Horus. While it might be commendable, he was still showing his rather disgusted face.

That thing that he got disgusted was my hand, and I feel a little bit hurted.