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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

The Second Turning Point

The two Ruby red serpent eyes glaring angrily at him were even more impressive than this being's size; the dripping saliva leaking off its rows upon rows of huge fangs proved this creature wanted nothing more than to devour him whole.

ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

"Mother fucker just had to do this now of all times, didn't he." Cynrik howled, rolling up his upper lip and baring his teeth in rage.

"It's always gotta be something," Angrily yelling to the sky, Cynrik punched his open right palm with his left fist, instantly equipping his DMG Loadout.

"I can't just have a peaceful fucking advancement like Brancie and the others," FWOOOOSHHHHHH.

As if responding to his words, visible particles of Fire, Wind, and Dark Mana swirled violently around Cynrik's body, taking the appearance of an energy field or aura.