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The Over-Break System

After Suddenly Dying due to a Nuclear Strike in World World Three, our Main Characters, two brothers, find themselves standing before the two Deities whose Religious Artifacts they wore upon death. The Two Deities give them a choice, enter the Cycle of reincarnation as usual, without their memories, or Reincarnate into a world of their choosing while keeping their Memories. However, Option 2 carries a high cost; if they die…that’s the end of the line; they are wiped from existence. This is a gripping tale of Battles, Bloodshed, and Mental trauma from their past lives told in a different style than typically seen in a Webnovel or Light Novel. A tale where two brothers are set up against impossible odds in a world where they truly only have each other to rely on. But… are their lives truly their own or have they become playthings and chess pieces in a grander, Divine plan. ((THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN A VERY SPECIFIC WESTERN FORMAT, WHERE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED IN CERTAIN WAYS MORE THAN OTHERS! AT ITS CORE, THIS STORY DOES HAVE 2 MAIN CHARACTERS, EVEN IF EARLY ON, IT DOES NOT SEEM THAT WAY!)) Commissioned Cover Art Made By https://www.instagram.com/xx_crimsonx_xx/ Check out the discord DISCORD, https://discord.gg/j4VNbvNC6u--

ScotchTy · Fantasi
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Cynrik's Willful Decision

{Cyn, you can't expect me to be like you; how can you even consider the possibility that I would sacrifice lives for the sake of learning? What the hell is wrong with you?} Feeling something off about how things were laid out for him, Brance glared at Cynrik, knowing there had to be more to what was happening than his brother was saying. 

{Sigh, dumb, stupid, innocent Brancie, open your fucking eyes and observe that group's situation. I have done all I can to help you; the only issue is whether or not you accept that help.}

{Unlike me, Mana Control has ALWAYS been your biggest issue, causing you to fall behind me in the one thing you need most. Instead of playing the part of Dumb Meat-head Jock, use your fucking brain.}With a loud snort, Cynrik looked over at Jessup and Geralt before turning his face up to the first floor of the Mansion.