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Kill The Prophecy

"I must get stronger." Christopher's eyes blazed as he charged forward, his dagger slicing through shadows. [Player's agility increased by 15%]. His foes crumpled, their cries echoing through the desolate landscape. "I must get stronger!!" [Player's stamina enhanced by 20%]. Christopher's resolve hardened with each fallen enemy, his heartbeat pounding in sync with the system's rhythmic notifications. "I must get stronger. I must get stronger. I must get stronger!!!" [Player has unlocked the Aegis of Athena – Shield of the Gods]. As the legendary armor materialized, Christopher's roar shook the earth. "For the gods, for Atlas, for Tori, for mom!!!" [Player's reputation: Avenger of the Fallen]. The title settled upon him like a mantle, forged in the fire of his unrelenting fury. But as Christopher stood victorious, the system's voice whispered an ominous warning: "Alert: Titan's essence detected... Atlas's true form awakens..." The ground trembled beneath Christopher's feet as an eerie glow illuminated the horizon. "Estimated time until Titan's rebirth: 60 minutes." Christopher's determination hardened into steel. "I will not falter. Not now. Not ever." The fate of the realm hung in the balance. Can Christopher defeat Atlas and save the realm, or will he be the very cause of its destruction?

Dave_Black_4608 · Fantasi
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7. Transmigration.

CHRISTOPHER HAD EYES on nothing but the darkness. He was dead for sure, but still he had no questions— like he had been waiting for this moment all his life. However, he hadn't read that people actually ended up in an abyss of nothingness when they died.

Or was there an exception for demigods?

[DEATH MANIPULATION IS SUCCESSFUL]

[SKILL LEVEL: HIGH TIER]

[SKILL IS ONLY APPLICABLE TO THE PLAYER]

A brush of light, and Christopher was almost blinded. Again he opened his eyes to the darkness. This time rather, he was in a small room. Nighttime had surrendered to the sun, and it trumpeted into the room like pure oxygen, reviving and full of joy.

Christopher stared into the darkness, seeing his wretched self in the reflection. A seventeen-year old huddled against the elements. Terrified. Alone. And hopefully. . . Dead.