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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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The Jingo Fall

In an instant, I shrunk the outer layer of the forcefield and wrapped the numerous elemental disasters like catching a bunch of falling cats with an oversized plastic bag.

The analogy might be too far of a stretch, but I couldn't help but to describe it that way.

"What in the City's name…"

"HUWAA! THE PROJECTILES GOT SHRUNK!"

The overall quantity of kinetic energy within this chaotic ball of compressed disasters were more than enough to fuel the flying fortress of marketing billboards that were flying right above us this whole morning.

Ah, the unstable volatility might be too much. As expected, this kind of weird and wacky manifestation that had its own rule of physics was definitely something that was produced by a MIND.

With Impertus amazed, Roger dropped her jaw, and the caster who was probably getting invaded by questions of what the hell I'm doing with her projectiles—it was a quite funny sight to behold.

And might be a quite long sight to behold.