Birth Of The Crafts-God
Lucas Yohan, originally born in a world filled with magic and mana, gets transmigrated for the second time into an advanced interstellar world that blends strange magic and technology in ways he never thought could be possible. Upon awakening, he discovers that his transmigrations were no coincidences and is now in possession of the Crafts-God System, a system dedicated to creating a new successor to the deceased Crafts-God, who is an existence with the ability to create anything and everything. Lucas decides to fulfill the goal of the system and become the new Crafts-God, but he's faced with an incredulous challenge; he can't learn magic. @@@@@@@@@ Special Note: The system might appear as controling in the first few chapters, but don't let this get to you. I've attached a few explanations for this in the comment section. There would be at least one chapter daily at either: 11pm-12am GMT 6pm-7pm EST (Eastern Standard Time) 12am-1am WAT and CEST (West African Time and Central European Time) 6am-7am ICT (IndoChina Time) 8:30am-9:30am ACT (Australian Central Time) or 4pm GMT 5pm WAT and CEST (West African Time and Central European Time) 11am EST (Eastern Standard Time) 11pm ICT (IndoChina Time) 1:30am ACT (Australian Central Time) If there are extra/bonus chapters, it would also be uploaded during these times. DISCLAIMER: Cover art is AI generated until I can afford/get an artist. Nothing here is an imitation or copy of anything based in reality. Despite being action, I do not promote violence, murder, theft, plagiarism, racism, or any vices in this work.
Chapter 149: The Culprits
As the captain and Holler turn their gazes toward the sky, they made out a few silhouettes dropping from the sky; Lieutenant Lily and the rest of the Red Fangs had already begun their descent.
"Listen up!" The captain yelled.
"Those outside, hold the line. Everyone else, prepare for combat."
"Captain..." Holler was confused.
With the appearance of a combat unit, it meant that their message had been passed. Logically, the next command should be to hold on until more reinforcements showed up. From what they could see, there were only seven men descending from above. Unless those seven were really strong, it would be pointless to carry out an all-out attack.
"A team of seven with a sare shuttle pilot, there should be eight of them. Only one division has a unit of eight men that would dare move around in this area on their own." The captain explained.
"The Red Fangs." Holler widened his eyes as he now understood his captain's orders.