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A technomancer’s journey in an apocalyptic world

Getting a chance to join a reputed college, chance to represent his country in international sports, a 15 year Ryan had everything a person could dream off to have a stable career and one day a lavish life but alas it all changed one night because of It’s arrival. The world itself changed because of It, Earth’s geography barely recognizable anymore, all semblance of Modern Civilization erased and survivors began to mutate as Humanity tethered on the brink of extinction as the people slowly succumbed into their baser needs, the world became place where only the Strongest may survive. Ryan himself had changed he gained the Power to manipulate Technology on his mere whim, but what would he do when technology itself had disappeared from the face of the planet build everything anew, while journey through and rediscovering a new but treacherous planet, fighting, foraging, rescuing others and trying to survive and may be one day unearth the truth behind the cataclysm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Schedule: Below Top 300 rank: 4 chapters/week 200-300 rank: 5 chapters/week 100-199 rank: 6 chapters/week 50-99 rank: 7chapters/week 11-49 rank: 8chapters/week 4-10 rank: 9 chapters/week 3rd rank: 10 chapters/week 2nd rank: 12 chapters/week 1st rank: 14 chapters/week (Until and unless I am sick or something unfortunate came up I will follow this schedule.) So keep on voting, sharing, writing reviews and commenting to enjoy even more of my story.

SagelyDaoist · SF
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The Wall(Part-4)

Marcel glared at Ileana, who in turn sent a defiant glare at him as she spoke, "I refuse, and why are you not scolding Catherine she had also tried to join the militia."

"I will speak with her later because unlike you she has failed, what possessed you to join the militia."

"Why should I not? There is a dire need of fresh young blood like my own for the betterment of our society, after all it is by our hands that new world would be reforged."

Marcel groaned as he covered his face with his hand as he spoke, "Oh you stupid child of mine, you bought into that propaganda, do you even know what you did?", with a mournful sigh Marcel continued, "Did you not think of the possibility that you would die, in case of a conflict the militia would be at the forefront fighting and die."