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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

Memories of the Old Days

It was a long time ago. Somewhere within the vicinity of the City, outside of the imploding reality.

"So, is this the reason for the 100 days journey? You know, I am enjoying my early retirement and lazing around my room instead of working my old bones to the bones. That would be the scenario I'm having right if I didn't join your rag tag group of shady mercenaries, you know? Do you even hear my rant, Mr. Hans?"

"We are paying you extra, don't act like you're not compensated."

"As expected of someone who's named Crack. The names fit your attitude."

"My name is Caesar."

"Crack sounds better though."

"That makes me sound like a drug addict, don't tarnish my image so lightly."

"It is Faust who is insisting for you to come in the first place. So, can you stop hitting my neck for a constant period of time? BLURGH!"

"Gyahahaha! His neck bent the wrong way!"