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I Became The Strongest In The Multiverse

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." Oh, how the truth would beg to differ. Humanity was forced to acknowledge that they were the lowest among the countless civilizations existing in the universe. For years, they kept fighting an uphill battle against far more advanced intergalactic civilizations in virtually stimulated arenas... with real world consequences. And they kept fighting on, all while depending on the teenage pilots of the giant guardian mechs dubbed Regalia to win their war. Amidst all that, stood Arnold Tilgen, who had no interest in joining the war, let alone saving humanity. To him, both the enemies and the humans were worthless. Yet, the cycle of fate pulled him into the chaos, thrusting him into the madness of the virtual war. He was thrown into the fray with a powerful system that forced him to become involved despite his will. And thus, his quest began. To break away from his unforgiving destiny, to become the strongest in the multiverse. ... [Current Featured Character In Cover: Arnold Tilgen] [Around 70% of the lore is explained in between Chapter 90 to 99, with the actual system appearing in chapter 101. If anyone is confused or wants to be spoiled, you can read those first.] [Slow and confusing beginning, so please be patient.] Tags: #virtualreality #zombies #apocalypse #overpowered protagonist #romance #beautiful female lead #strategy #inventions #action #mystery #aliens #war #alternative universe #MC strong from the start #space #level-up #tragedy

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Arena Fifty: Lost Cause VII

[Jeffery's POV]

My eyes shot open in intense pain as I screamed. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't lying in the hallway.

"Ugh..."

I groaned as I tried to move, only to be struck by pain from my broken joints. And I couldn't feel my crotch either... I could tell it was healed, but my manhood was gone.

"Damn... It!"

I hissed, but then once again screamed in pain... Or tried to.

Someone had kicked me in the stomach and had put a cloth in my mouth. I tried to move, but was once again stopped by my broken joints.

"Mmmgh!"

I looked at the bastard who kicked me, only to see a gun pointed at me.

"Try to do anything, and you're dead."

The guy in hazmat suit warned with a cold voice, to which I immediately obliged.

I didn't want to get shot... As long as I was alive, there would be a chance to escape.

I decided to keep quiet for now... but then realized that it wouldn't work.