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Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis

To stop the poison from consuming the world, you have to consume the poison itself. First and foremost, do not be deceived by thinking he's barely the vessel of the Eye, and without the Eye, he's just another Guardian.  Even before the Eye chose him, he showed what he was made of, and he was capable enough to uproot cancer. Unfortunately, the world never remembered that tale. Elior lost everything in the last war, comrades, friends, and love. But he was granted a second chance to correct all his errors and embark on his path to stop Chaos again. After regressing 12 years in the past, Elior started his journey from the Institute of Earth's Guardians again. But this time he won't be the Messiah, the hope of the world, as his Godmother wanted. As he knows, the world does not need another Messiah, but a REAPER. ________________ Disclaimer: The Mc is naive in the beginning even though he's regressed, the reason behind all that was that he didn't have full access to his memory. So he acts like a teenager mostly, with high values and morals that he barely might be able to keep. There's an issue with mc not ready to hit a woman, it's poorly done in the beginning chapters, there's bigger reason behind it in later parts. The author doesn't own the cover. _________________________

silent_walker · Fantasi
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Strangeness (3)

"I walk on water, but I ain't no Jesus."

Inari raised her eyebrow, making out what she was hearing and seeing. It was clearly a figure walking on water, with a fishing rod in hand. Even with the torrent of the water, the figure did not seem to sway even a little.

"I walk on water, but only when my mana releases."

A knit appeared in her eyes, as the figure kept on wandering with the fishing rod, as if really fishing on this water. Inari could make out the figure was no older than her, about her height, and human. As for how he was walking on water, the song says a little about it. There seemed to be some ability at his foot that glued him to the water as if it was not a solution, but solid.

What intrigued her was why was this person here. More importantly, why was she here? Shouldn't she be on her way home after giving up?

"Why, are expectations so high?

Is it the bar I set?

My arms, I stretch, but I can't reach—"