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THE STRONGEST NEXULYTE

"I wished them immortality but my thirst for redemption caused them suffering, I gave them eternity yet brought the end of the world" Ethan mumbled as he dragged himself from the ruins of the Golden throne. "You should understand me, human, what I wanted, was eternal happiness...yet I received torments from my own wish" "You call me a human, aren't you the same?" Replied a faint voice. Ethan laughed in response before saying " Human? I am beyond humanity, I am...a God!" _____ The world was no longer what it once used to be. A thousand years after the birth of Nexulytes, people who were able to wield Nexus energy and awakened miraculous talents with unimaginable abilities, the earth had fallen to the brink of near extinction with just less than twenty percent of its population left. The Dreamscape, also known as the reflection of the real world, was a space that was shockingly similar to the real world and copied every small detail of the real world. Their only difference was that the Dreamscape was not a place where humans could move about easily as even the strongest Nexulyte could die without knowing how. Years after the appearance of the dreamscape and multiple gateways spammed all across earth, giving the horrors of the dreamscape access to the real world; they unleashed chaos and a hundred years of bloody battle were the consequences of humanity's late response. In a world where those with talents were worshiped and respected, a boy who hated Nexulytes and wished all of them could die ended up becoming one himself. Not only did he become what he hated, but he awakened a talent that he had never heard of or known about. How was he supposed to survive the fusion with a seemingly useless talent or was he ever going to find out the secret of his talent and the birth of the dreamscape? Ps: cover isn't mine#

Vee_High · Fantasi
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Returning

An unknown amount of time passed in the dreamscape. In what seemed like an enormous cavern with a blood-red floor that stretched for kilometers, five figures could be seen lying on the floor without moving.

All of them looked badly bruised and messy as if they had suffered for months or even years with blood stains on various parts of their bodies.

After a few seconds, one of the figures with white hair moved. His body trembled slightly before a low groan was heard.

This person was obviously Ivan who had just woken up.

Ivan felt his entire body screaming in exhaustion as he pushed his body from the ground, his eyes looking around the place in confusion as he reorganized his thoughts.

He felt a terrible headache that made him frown his eyebrows and he touched his head with one of his hands.

"What…happened?"