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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
677 Chs

Negotiations

"Alright, let's make a deal." Setting aside the fact that, in reality, the contracts were already relatively favorable, Cynrik decided to go down a different route. 

Hearing the boy's words, Headmaster Rivia stiffened slightly. In his mind, the three different contracts were already above and beyond what he would typically give first-year students, yet here was someone, either in greed or unsatisfaction, attempting to forge his own document instead.

He truly had gone all out in offering the best terms allowed, so when Cynrik practically stated the terms of the contracts weren't good enough, he couldn't help but look down on the boy and label him as someone punching above his weight class.

After all, he was dealing with a 12-year-old child, not another adult, at the end of the day.

Before he could retort, however, and try to state there was nothing that could be done, Cynrik met the Headmaster's eyes and smiled like a wolf in sheep's clothing.