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Revolutionary Gathering of Friends

**Title:** **The Revolt of the Fates** **Attractive Description:** In the tumultuous world of Weckoplay, two revolutionaries emerge from the shadows to challenge elite oppression. Frothy, an 18-year-old with a murderous look and a katana in hand, fights tirelessly to overturn the educational system that marginalizes failures and loners. Dressed in his iconic black and red hoodie, he is a symbol of resistance, determined to bring justice to those who have been forgotten. At the same time, Rumar, an heir to the powerful Heavenly Beast clan of Hell, emerges with his own vision of revolution. With the power to trap bullies in the hell of his heavenly beast, he quickly becomes a feared and respected figure. When the territories' leaders attempt to co-opt him for their own ends, Rumar demonstrates his unmatched strength, subduing them and consolidating his rule. Their fates become intertwined in an explosive confrontation.

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423 Chs

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You are surprisingly forthright for a vampire.

In addition to her questions about your immortal objectives, Estefania likes to talk about blood. Or, rather, she enjoys discussing the flavors of her prey, much as a mortal would discuss the notes of their wine. While you are far from impressing Estefania with your refinement, she clearly sees potential.

"You know, a vampire's choice of prey really does say a lot about them. What's more, each individual has what the French called a terroir…the essence of their lives. How your prey spends their time and what they themselves consume communicates a unique flavor to the blood. What sort do you prefer?"

I like to feed from the itinerant, the better to disguise my presence.

I like to feed from among the wealthy and high-born; their refinement carries into the quality of their blood.

I like to feed from craftsmen, musicians and actors; their blood imparts a taste of their creative soul.

I like to feed from soldiers and other military types, as it sustains my warrior's soul.

I like to feed from gamblers. The rush of the win and the loss communicates itself through the blood.

I like to feed from whores. If one goes missing, no one cares.

I like to feed from children. Their innocence is intoxicating.

I feed from workmen. An honest day's labor provides a musk that is unmistakable.

I like to feed from members of the clergy. There is a special irony in showing them the futility of their faith.

I like to feed from the intoxicated. They do not resist, and further a portion of the intoxicant is passed along with the blood…

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