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The Black Market

WARNING! BOOK CONTAINS SEX/BRUTALITY/RAPE/KILLINGS/GORE/SUBTLE HAREM/ROMANTIC SUBPLOT IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH THE AFOREMENTIONED TAGS, THEN PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Other Ongoing Book: The Immortal's Wine * * * Friction between several big countries escalated in the year 2040 when the world almost ran out of natural resources. In the same year, a terrifying group of unknown individuals surfaced in the world. They numbered more than several hundred thousand, appearing literally out of thin air. To think that such a monstrous group had managed to hide away without anyone's knowledge was inconceivable. The group wreaked havoc in the world with their futuristic weapons. Laser guns, fighter robots, and other advanced weaponry were included in their arsenal. Billions of humans died in the war causing liters of blood to flow in the once flourishing world. The year 2050, Major General Cale Sylvann, a 49-year-old elite and one of the leading figures of Earth Alliance died in battle. "Where am I?" "Calee! Get up or you will be late for school again!" *** Message me on discord: Condemned#0294 Join my discord server to chat with me and other readers on this link: https://discord.gg/JJTF89

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Unsatisfied

Roan felt his vision turned dark after hearing the success of their mission. He smiled to himself despite his injuries.

'The pain threshold was actually similar to that in real life.' He thought bitterly.

With his current D-Class level physique, a throw as strong as that would really injure him severely. Although the injuries will heal through time, it will take long for him before he was fully healed.

He then felt that he was back in the real world. He removed the headgear and placed it back on its original position.

When he came out of the capsule, everyone in the S-Class section was already there smiling brightly at him. He was surprised and he could not help but smile back at them. Even the usually cold Krystal was smiling at him. Roan could not help but scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Roan, good job. It was reckless, but we accomplished the mission. Thanks to you."